Poetry

Getting Out (#971)

I just had to get out of that place,
People could easily see it on my face,

The small stuff was adding up quick,
The pressure was getting pretty thick,

For just a few minutes, I had to escape,
Else my nerves would need more than tape,

It doesn’t always get to me like that,
But my fortitude today was falling flat,

Any Thoughts?

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