Subconscious following me
to that place where I can be
Painting the air to a thick fog
I can't se

Your guidance are not clear
I crawl into me, afraid of all my fears
waiting for my life to come back to me
I can't stop crying, all these painfull tears

In hiding of the unknowned
under beneath that surface
I can't find my safe place

Everything slips away
I have it all in my hand
but in someway, I can't keep it that way
my anguish of fear are here to stay

I'm no longer safe to be
filled with anguish and paralysed
This is me

Poetry by Malin Johansson
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Written on 2006-02-27 at 15:08

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Zoya Zaidi
a very vivid discription of panic anxiety!
Bravo, Malin!
Love, xxx, Zoya

Powerful and if I got this right, quite personal one....strong words and emotions. Hard.