Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
The thoughts pace inside my head.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
They grow faster and faster.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
My heart rate begins to spike.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
Becoming more and more persistent now.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
The world around me starts to fade.
Pitter-patter, pitter- pat-
All at once, the walls I've built topple and turn to rubble.
And from there it's all a terrible downward spiral.
Now I have but one task;
Hide myself.
Hide my feelings.
It's at this moment the timer starts.
I dodge and weave,
Dismiss and leave.
My door opens,
And shuts.
3...
2...
1...
This is my routine.
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Late Night Poems
PoetryPoetry for the broken souls. Enjoy a private glimpse into my mind which is not given even to those closest to me. I hope you can find a friend in the words on your screen. I don't have an upload schedule; it may be a long time between uploads. I'm...
