Up and down
like a bouncing ball.
My head feels like
its hit a wall.
Feel the tightness
in my chest.
What I would give
for some rest.
Breathing slowly
in and out.
Trying my best
not to shout.
Tell myself that
it will pass,
while praying
it’s the last.
It will pass 🙂 love the poem
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