Panic

Panic

A Poem by Danielle Renee

Sick of blank pages
and broken vows
of words that never
come correctly, leaving
you crushed on the floor.
Sick of the empty aching
that floats in your chest at
night, making it difficult to
breathe. Of the feeling that
come before you panic and
drop to your knees.

© 2012 Danielle Renee


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Added on March 18, 2012
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Danielle Renee
Danielle Renee

Houston, TX



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I’m a troubled, Texan writer whose soul resides some place beyond New York’s state lines. I believe in tragedies, but never consider fate. I’m not a fan of romance or relationships. .. more..

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