adrenaline
rush through his veins
beat like a
drum races on a highway
shadow
dissolved in dark corner of his room
his thoughts
has consumed his refuge
lost in the
battle against his own fate
laying down on the
ground, wounded but can’t say
his cry for
help never goes out of tower
held captive
in cell of his brain
About- This poem is about when you feel like your anxiety has taken over your peace.
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