Poet 21: Misfit

Panic

Twisting turning there and here
Feel the terror, feel the fear
Panic overwhelmes my mind
Leaving senses all behind
My mind's lost it's direction
And the light starts to darken
I can't get out, I'm stuck, need help
I get cut, and start to yelp
They're chasing me, I don't know what
They just want me, what I've got
Adrenaline pumps through my blood
I'd get out, if I could
Terror conusmes me once more
I stumble, hit the floor
They're on me now, rip me apart
Reaches in, consumes my heart
Dying now, ends my aching
And, now, nothing.

The End

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