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panic attack
Thick fog in my brain
I believe I am insane
I was drowning in the snow
Drowning in my cave covered by window blinds
In places like this they keep
troubled minds
We were shouting in the woods
Shouting and crying
In a thick white fog
a child is dying
Hyperventilating
Caged and bound
No help around
My heavy breathing
the only sound
where i grew up you could
where i grew up you could shout out help me, rape, im being robbed, but no one will help. so we were taught to yell "fire" which puts peoples selfish needs into prospective, than people might help or call the authorities. this is how i can relate to this poem, "pure hopelessness and helplessness". i don't believe your insane, but do believe you're in an insane world. your poems provoke thought, thank you :)
In this poem i'm trying to
In this poem i'm trying to describe what it is like to have a panic attack and what kind of memories it brings to my mind. So this is only about the helplessness in my own mind. It's interesting though, what you're saying. People really wouldn't help? Thanks for commenting :)