Fear Poem by Kathlyn Grace

Fear



Trying to breath
the air seems stale
like someone has died
and it makes it hard
to enter my lungs
without slaming into
the back of my throat
and knocking the wind
the stale dead wind
right out of me
it is choking
it is devistating
it is just air
and when I think about it
this only air
is the only thing keeping me alive

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