Choked. [Out of my Head]

by Cayce   Feb 3, 2013


The blackness
Is hidden
Beneath pupils
Instead of
The shining brightness
Of an everyday
Smile.
I hear
Despair
In the air of
Nervousness.
The denseness.
is so thick
I'm afraid my
Windpipe is clogged
With this worry.
But don't
Fret, my dear
This too shall pass.

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