panic 1

With the advent of a new experience,

Comes the harbinger of change,

One that cannot be taught obedience,

And can often times derange.

The feeling of being cornered,

Being singled out and struck.

One's own body dishonoured.

The presentiment of bad luck.

The urge to fight or flee,

The will to lose your mind,

The need to run endlessly,

To leave fear far behind.

An overpowering thought

That grabs you by your innards.

The paranoia of being caught,

Which breaks your mind in shards.

An adrenaline rush beyond control,

You cannot choose and pick,

You play only a limited role,

When you're claimed by panic.

The End

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