Speak to me of fear. Hear your heart pound, feel your pulse quicken, how your palms grow moist like the tongue of the devil. Thoughts dart in and out, most unconnected.
Time slows and fear is trickling in with a slow drip. You reach out for help and you suddenly are speaking to your god.
Knees grow weak and heads spin like a top until you collapse into a place unknown. Only visited in your nightmares, is this what we call hell?
Sounds only heard in the far distance while motion is slowed and it hangs in the air. Will help come? Does anyone know I’m here?
Can I do this alone; someone please help, give me your hand, and pull me from this place of pain.
My mind cannot work on its own, I am useless I am weak, I am in need.
One moment and it all can change, with one kind act, reach out and save me.
I wait and in my mind you cannot come soon enough. Reach for me, help me!
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