A Feeling.

I have this feeling.
I hope it's fleeting.
My hearts still beating.
But I have this feeling.
That I'm not breathing.
My stomachs sinking.
I keep on thinking.
At least I'm not bleeding.
But I'm pleading.
Please make the feeling stop.

Reviews

[Sapientiam]

Very good! I love how you wrote this as if these thoughts were rapid, sort of as if the person in the poem was anxious. The rhythm of the rhymes were very fluid and skipped off the tongue so nicely. Well done...!