The Panic Hour

Sorrowful stanzas to depict the elegant poignancies of negative emotion; sadness, grief, anger, hatred, dread, and fear.

The Panic Hour,

the Panic Hour,

it comes to me like an april shower.

Slowly at first,

softly pattering, 

then out of its cage goes my heart battering.

And I can't think,

and I can't breathe,

and the silence swallows me inside my scream.

The End

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