The picture above is a little inappropriate for this poem's tone.  But I couldn't resist a cute kitty in panic. 


The Panic

What do I do? Where do I go?

To escape this pain, I do not know.

Do I run? Do I flee?

To stop the voices haunting me.

What will happen? If I leave?

No-one there to sit and grieve.

Will I be? All alone?

When I am mere soil and bone.

Perhaps it’s best? If I don’t think?

Might save me from the hole I sink.

Must get away, from this place.

Myself I now, do erase.


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