Panic

Stress.

Push through.

Just push through.

I repeat it, a mantra.

like runoff from a storm

leaking into the creases

of my brain

as the tasks fling

themselves against

my skeleton.

Push through.

Just push through.

But I can’t get any

air into my lungs

and i wonder when

it’s time to stop

pushing,

and start asking

for help.

Reviews

[Criss ;)]

In actual i really didn't get what you want to say here, but apart from it, i got what you want to convey from here....this could be a nice story because it seems like a story, i liked your this pretty "MANTRA"...lol
hope, i'm gonna apply on you when you'd ask....lol haha....
i think this's a real time's moments that you've captured here from your reality...this's writtn from heart...liked this piece, moreover, your this writing's shows that someon's on the floor and counting his life's few minutes, suddendly "Dana'" an angel comes and ask for ths mantra "
PUSH THROUGH, JUST PUSH THROUGH and after it, he lives more...
this could reallly be a nice n interestin' story if you do work on it more....

well penned, this's interestin' one, even right now i'm screamin' your nice mantra indeed....
nice write, have a nice writin'