She can't breathe
She's suffocating
She's weak
Needs resuscitating
Can't speak
Or find her tongue
Body feels old
Mind is young
Eyes shut
Head spinning
Pause, rewind
To the beginning
The feeling
The notion
Reeling in emotion
Capturing despair
Certainly aware
As the beads of sweat seep through through hair
The salty tears
Bittersweet on her lip
Trying to ground herself
Trying to get a grip
Perching on the edge
Of extreme fear
Anxiety creeps in
Voices bleed from her ear
Clench a tight fist
Cuts her skin
No one knows
The emotional state within
Above the surface is calm and still
Beneath, lies her soul at its peril
About the Creator
Charlotte Hoy
I’ve been enjoying writing for a few years now. I mostly do it for my personal enjoyment but I have had comments saying I should share my poems with other people. So here I am. Most of my poems share the same theme, hopefully relatable.
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