Whooshing, rushing, inwards bounding
Assault crushing until you are mindless
Too bright, too loud, too much, too resounding
Nothing clear, or straight any more
It must cease, you must leave, block it somehow
Giving voice to it may not even work
It's happening here, it's happening now
Such reality is too real, this you know
Panic, feelings building, a needing to scream
Hold it in, control it, delay it for now
But you can't, it feels like a really bad dream
You want to waken and leave it behind
The rage, the control has slipped from your grasp
The faces they stare, though you care not any more
The explosion of letting it out makes them gasp
But once happened...there's no closing the door
WM
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*Truth fears no trial*
DX AS & both daughters on the autistic spectrum
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