Three Days In Hell Poem by Rob Hyden

Three Days In Hell



I just snapped back from a three day trip I know I never cleared. Filled with sadness and depression and an unrelenting fear.
I closed the curtains, shut off the phone, made sure I locked the door.
Alone in the dark with my thoughts and worries, I huddled on the floor.
My brain is scrambled, thoughts are lost, everything seems so fast.
I control my breathing, I slow my heart and hope to make it pass.
I woke this morning with an open mind, thoughts so fresh and clear.
I fought the battle one more time and I conquered my demons and fear.

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