Concave | Poem

I wrote this poem while I was listening to a song. This is sort of how it make me feel. But it’s more than that.


My heart beats inside my chest,


And as it thuds,


And tremors,


I cannot help but feel


An eerie sense of foreboding.


A storm on the horizon.


The rising of flood waters.


Two cars about to crash.


My heart pluses inside it’s cage.


Now it’s pounding.


It’s beating so hard.


The clouds roll closer.


The tide climbs higher.


The cars move faster.


It’s almost as if I can feel the impending chaos in my chest.




We are on the brink.


I am watching.




For the scales,


To tip.

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