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Panic

Published on by Harpreet Chhachhia1 Comment

it feels like someone is sitting on my chest
and the panic is like a wet cloth pressed on my nose
and eyes
and mouth
and i cannot breathe
some would think i am a seeker of
drama
and some would think i need to be crowned with a tiara
some would tell me brave it out,
this is just another test.

but i know this feeling
it happened when i was cheated on
it happened when my mother was diagnosed with cancer
it happened when i lost a child
it descends like a dementor from azkaban
i feel its mouth on mine
and i cannot remember any light
not a single memory of a smile
but there is this world reeling, reeling, reeling.
preventing any entry of hope or of healing.

 

Sadness Remembers

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I remember when I was bullied –

I remember when I am sad –

I know they are best left alone –

Those times when I was treated bad –

But I remember them now and think –

Of how things would have, could have been –

If I had the friends I have now –

What different hopes I might have seen –

How things would, could, may have been –

If I had these friends by my side –

I would not have felt so alone –

My feelings wouldn’t have had to hide –

But – but these friends are around now –

And I have a safer harbour –

To guide this derelict into –

When sadness makes me remember.