The Panic

That moment cannot define,

While leisure is blind,

Some heartache not known,

Deliberate havoc the mind.

~

When we bargain our soul

To help construct a goal

Some manner of conscience

We stammer feeling less whole

~

I stood in audience of value

A wonder of eyes chaos flew

My hope for redemption

Lost again in the sordid blue.

~

So seek an answer, a resolve

Shrill anxiety strength dissolve.

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