I
DON'T
KNOW WHY
LITTLE THINGS
GET BIGGER, ESCULATE
SOME PROBLEMS START SMALL
WITH MORE THOUGHT THEY GROW
WITH EVERY LITTLE PONDER THEY EXPAND
PANIC SETS IN, SHORTNESS OF BREATH INCREASES
BUT TIME PASSES BY, A TURNING POINT OF SORTS
RATIONATIONALY, STEADY BREATHING, RELAX
THE PATHWAY BECOMES MORE VISABLE
WITH BETTER THOUGHTS THEY LEAVE
GET SMALLER, MANAGABLE
SORT OUT THE LITTLE
THINGS, WHY
DON'T
I
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Love how the visual form of the poem imitates the content. Can I make a suggestion.....why don't you start the poem in lower case, change to upper in the middle, and than back to lower in the end? Just a thought.