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.
The 50 year old poet 
It will pass 🙂 love the poem
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