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Attacks

Heart starts pounding
head begins to hurt
the room as my surrounding
begins to evert.

My airway tightens
there's no way out
I am terribly frightened
without a doubt.

My breathing slows
I gasp for air
no one knows
they are unaware.

Nails cut into palms
as I try for control
what feels like bombs
going off in my soul.

I catch my breath
and I feel alive
I fought against death
because I wanted to survive...

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  • Guerrero
    August 23

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    as usual very morbid but very real. i love your style and it shows in your work how your feelings are bottleed. once again great job chica


  • DeadManDan
    August 17

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    When reading this I was imagining it spoken in a "gasping -for-air" voice. Super choked up and full of fear. It sinks in deep... a fight for survival.


  • SiC
    August 16
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    amazingg. i luv teh last four lines. [= i missed your poems.


  • pranj
    August 14

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    so, QG...you are back...
    hmm....

    I fought against death
    because I wanted to survive... - the want of survival is an instinct that not many know of, at least up to a considerable age, living is taken for granted by many...thats what this line makes me think about. A very sad write...well penned. death is an eventuality no one escapes, thinking about it we lose the precious time we have here. Our lives are like camphor, we can do something only when we are alive once dead we are nothing, sometimes only a mist of memories for some years but otherwise nothing. Your write makes me think QG! AMAZING JOB!!