That crackling feeling in your gut
That just won’t go away
You try your best to ignore its voice
But time just makes it stay

With every minute it turns to daggers
Stabbing from inside out
A weighing pressure upon your shoulders
just pinching you to shout.

As you relay this constant threat
Where your life is dependent
No ear cares so you quickly run
To be apprehended

Why dost this ache appear so much
Tampering with your brain
Money is no worry now
Hungry can make you go insane

-random poem


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