Panicking

If she just could have pretended
She was not panicking,
The livestock would have still
Been in the pen
By the time she closed the gate.

Perhaps


She’s just going through a phase,
A phase like sinking in quicksand,
Where people smile graciously
At her as she

  gradually



    disappears

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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