Poetry: Panic and Pain

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Panic and Pain

Are all I feel.

Panic and pain.

This can’t be real.

Panic and pain.

What will we do?

Panic and pain.

I wish I knew.

A little girl

Growing too fast.

Her childhood

Already in her past.

Drugs and alcohol

Sex and tears.

Are the tools she uses

To hide her fears.

She can’t get back

What she has lost.

She doesn’t yet realize

What it has cost.

Poor little girl

Out in the rain.

And all I can feel

Is panic and pain.

Panic and Panic

Hides her all day and all night

Oh Poor Little girl

Panic and Pain

Is all that

This little boy knows.

This poor bastard

Knows not what is parental love

For on the streets, he was raised

A father he knows not.

Oh Poor innocent boy
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning,

As if supported by the rays of the sun,

Pain and Panic recedes for a while

Laughter fills my inner soul

Age does not protect you from love.

But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

These words from the wise rules the world

Anxiety is love’s greatest killer.

It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you.

You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

For man suffers in his pains alone

Dreams are necessary

Panic and Pain vanishes

When dreams are alive.

For in your pain and panic,

Face them with all your might

And you will certainly be the victor.


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