Get A Grip - Poem by Iselin Steinsto
The dark voice approaches
the walls are caving in,
she needs to get a grip on her self,
and stop listen to the voice within.
The neck-hair raises,
the feeling of being watched
she looks back, expecting
to see the sour grin.
She needs to get a grip
on what's reality and not,
she can't lose herself now,
her own reality is all she got.
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