Panic
Feeling how the walls
are closing in on me
The Demon of Anxiety
is trying to get in
I can hear him
sharpening his claws
Banging on my door
can´t let him in
Must not let him get to me
If I turn my back at him
just for a second
He´ll get me
He´ll scratch me with his
claws until I´m all torn up
and the soul´s bleeding
Begging...
~for mercy~
Then he´ll let go
For a while
But he won´t get me
Not this time
No, he won´t
I´m strong now
But it´s a constant battle
in a never-ending fight
for what´s my right
~my inner-peace~
2007 © Jeanette Louridas
Poetry by Hagzissa
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Written on 2007-03-16 at 06:27
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