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Poetry: Panic

I saunter homeward with
Confidence in my stride.
Day is waning and night is
Creeping in on me like
A tiger on its prey.
Dark woods surround me
And an evil sound is heard.

My heart stops with my breathing
And my step as I listen
Intensely through the silence.
A crack, a whine, two green
Spheres glow ominous from the
Shine of my flashlight.

My heart resumes its beating
With a terrible ferocity.
Though it is cool my brow
Drips with hot sweat.
My grip tightens on my light
For it's my safety, my security
In a horrifying place.

Something inside me is tightening,
Squeezing, constricting.
It's harder to breathe and I
Can barely think.
I'm moving slower and
Can't control my shaking.

I fumble with the lock and
Stumble through the empty door.
A lonely house coldly greets me
Without any assuring refuge.
Outside my door
Threat passes but
Panic endures.

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