Get A Grip Poem by Iselin Steinsto

Get A Grip



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
closes in,
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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