PanicA 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 Last Updated on March 18, 2012 AuthorDanielle ReneeHouston, TXAboutI’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..Writing
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