I feel it again.
That inescapable feeling
that I’m drowning in
nothing more than
a sea of people.
And when I find
that I can’t breathe,
I do what I always do-
I look for his face,
his number,
his anything,
and I am able to
remember to
inhale,
exhale,
repeat.
Author notes
I like the line 'inhale, exhale, repeat.'
Might write a different poem with that.
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yeah..guess at homecoming i semi-remember not feeling what i was supposed to
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