As the grip on my neck tightens
And my lungs run out of air
I sense the feeling that frightens
And threatens me once it's thereThe feeling of a heavy weight
Now pressed against my chest
Fills my heart with fear and hate
While my soul still longs for restI know this grip is nothing more
Than a feeling strong and real
And the weight is my internal war
That messes with how I feelOne day my lungs will be filled again
And the fear will be long gone
Even my heart will be at peace and then
I'll be ready to move on
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PoetrySelf-written poems about my everyday feelings and thoughts to which some of you might relate.