Here is a piece of poetry I wrote in my free time. I enjoy writing poetry because it’s like writing short stories with an elegant flair

I wake up screaming, out of breath <br>My heart is pounding, I am collapsing to death <br>I am grasping for a person that isn’t there<br>Clutching my chest, hoping it will help me breathe <br><br>There is a pressure, a piercing dagger deep within <br>I am losing my grip, with no way to win <br>I feel like I am drowning, with no place to hide <br>I am being pulled underwater, no chance to survive <br><br>I get up and run, not looking back <br>I am being hunted, hunted by the black <br>My heart is pounding, my breath is lost <br>I am running for my life, no chance of winning at any cost <br><br>I reach the cliff, I jump off <br>I am falling, no hope left <br>I am in the void, nothing but darkness and fear <br>I know what is coming, I have no place to run, no place to hide, no place to steer <br><br>I wake up screaming, out of breath <br>My heart is pounding, I am collapsing to death <br>I am grasping for a person that isn’t there<br>Clutching my chest, hoping it will help me breathe <br><br>There is a pressure, a piercing dagger deep within <br>I am losing my grip, with no way to win <br>I feel like I am drowning, with no place to hide <br>I am being pulled underwater, no chance to survive <br><br>*The End*