Monday, October 10, 2011

A poem

::Escape::

I look again to see what time it is. 
Only a minute has passed, and I can feel the anxiety pulsing through me. 
I feel the present clawing my spirit. 
I am counting the seconds of my life, and each one feels longer than the last. 
I cannot be here.  When will this be done? 
I am almost to the end when I can lay down and sleep again. 
My heart pounds, and I am choking.
A fresh pain turns violent, bringing me to the ground.
Is this what it feels like to be defeated?
Nothing concrete to fight, and I am fleeing for my life.

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