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8/04-Panic
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August 2004 8-16-04
8:14 am
The panic reaches for me.
Grips me by the throat.
I don’t know if I was dreaming.
But something scared me.
Scared the shit out of me.
The worst of it.
Is that I have no one to turn to.
No one to care that it just happened.
No one to know what happened.
No one to hold me.
To rock me back to sleep.
To give me a sense of comfort.
No one to touch me.
So now I sit.
In the dark writing.
As the sun comes alive.
The birds begin to sing.
And I sit and cry.
Sit as the emptiness settles into me.
Sit as the loneliness wraps its dark arms around me.
Maybe now that the sun is up I will be able to sleep.
