can you feel it, too

I hate the feeling in my stomachs

The problems I feel in my gut

Something big is going to happen

Traumatic caterpillars twisted and turned

started before Paris erupted.

 I felt it, the ripple                            It was prominent!

I couldn't prevent what happened

Black veil of malevolent turmoils 

I feel far beyond where                          I exist.

Can't find quiet

Can't find peace

Only chaos                                   within my being

The screams, the yells,
the panic, the mayhem.

Every word

spoken or                                         thought

Every letter 

Texted or typed

Wondering                                         of . . .

Second guess                              every move

Every time                           walking in those shoes

Which way to think                       which way 

Do I need to go?                        who will lose?

Where hope . . .many not

Life support                              only waiting

the other shoe to fall

                                                 eventually

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