The Thought

July 11, 2013

Sitting there

My mind begins to turn

Without comprehension

My thoughts become a concern

A flash of nerves

From top to toes

Pounding harder in my chest

My throat then to close

My body says move

My mind says insane

but I know to stay calm

Because it’s just the thought to blame

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