I should be doing homework: the panic attack poem

the failure is real,
and it sticks its face near mine and taunts me
a dementor with the faces of everyone around me
and they're all hissing from the pit of "wrong"
I've failed, I'm done
my silver sword and brassy shield
clang as they hit the ground in defeat
and the words that so easily flowed from my silver-tipped lips
are clinging to my vocal chords, pulling
and I feel them tearing as I push
the ground beneath my feet shakes
I fall to the ground, painfully awake
as I watch my future impale itself on the instant replay of my dreams
I'm too afraid to climb the cliffside again– the pit people laugh.

The End

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