Racing Ghosts
Spooky Haiku
Running through the woods
Dusk settling—distant screams
Heart skips a beat—breathe
-A.H.
I thought the picture paired well with the haiku. What do you think? Do you see any ghostly figures? There might be a ghost! 👀👻
I hope you enjoyed the haiku! 💚
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It feels like my anxiety has anxiety applying pressure to my chest it’s hard to breathe when my anxiety's anxiety acts up not even coffee can reinvigorate the stolen energy thoughts cycling perplexing timelines exposed applying pressure to my chest it’s hard to breathe as society looks for an escape the world blurs colors eat away sight as pain blooms behind my eyes washing away all else a darkened room a welcomed friend as the pain ebbs and flows a migraine overtakes all -A.H.
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Love the desperate reminder to breathe at the end!
Brilliant haiku! 👏👏👏