Panic's Poems

We feel the burn

the urge

the need to fight

but also

we feel the exhaustion

a purge

our neverending plight

because all of it, we feel.

We feel the love

like we’re on the verge

maybe there *is* an end in sight

but then we feel frozen

knowing that soon comes the scourge

and eventually, our last night.

-M. Orion Howell, August 2022