It happened again,

It’s becoming a trend,

I’m trapped in dark

Miles apart

From hope, happiness, and love

I’m sick of this demon above

I don’t want it to take me

I won’t let it in

But little do I know?

That demon is already

under my skin.

Hi flowers 🌸 thanks so much for reading this poem. I had a panic attack last night and have been particularly anxious so wanted to get this out on here. 🙂 I would appreciate feedback, so I know if I should make poetry a thing on my blog. Thank you all 🌸

Until next time 🌸