How They Choke Me

When I think of the bad things, they create a twinge in my chest. When I think of bad things that happened to my loved ones, they make me unable to breathe. To keep them safe and knowing I can’t do that drives me to insanity. The bad things, oh how they choke me. They grip their claw fingers around my neck. Breathless, I am. Oh you bad things. Oh how you choke me.