Again
My palms are clammy, fists are clinched,
Body temperature rises, legs tremble,
Over something not real, it doesn’t exist.
Starts from imagination thought to be true,
Though there are no facts, no lead,
There are never any clues.
To make me overcome my anger,
About something I fear the most,
I always feel I’m in danger.
But I later snap out of it,
And understand that it is not true,
I’m left with guilt and alot of regret.
Because I lost time with you then,
Something we will never get back, I wish,
There was a way, to prevent it from happening again.