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Panic

Razor sharp pain
slices through my
porcelain skin

My tears, like
blood, drip down
my cheeks.

Uncontrollable is
what I become.
Claws, slashing.
My arms bear the
scars.

Eyes clamped shut
I scream.

Scream it all
away. Pain, worry,
fear. Gone.

But not for long.

Panic loves to visit.
Invisible by day,
but it’s at night
that it comes out
to play.

Tight, constricting.
Panic’s claws
wrap protectively
around my throat.

Steady breathing
no longer comes
easy and gasps
are all that’s given.

Air. Sweet at last.
After panic has slithered away into
the shadows.


But he won’t be
gone for long.

Panic.

Blinding fear becomes
a weapon in my hand. Panic tells me
the only way to escape
is to use that weapon.
On myself.

Will I?



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NinjaGirl This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 14, 2011 at 4:04 pm:

Despite being kind of depressing, this is a great poem. I think you could maybe improve the lines a little bit... like the fifth stanza could be:

Scream it all away.

Pain, worry, fear.

Gone.

Overall, though, it's a very nice piece of work :)

 
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PaRaNoRmAl627This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 12, 2011 at 4:12 pm:
hauntingg. i love this
 
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Mystiecub said...
Jul. 11, 2011 at 6:28 pm:
This poem, like several others you've written, made me think. Very nice
 
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