• Emotional


    Panic, it corrupts my brain,

    Making me feel I'm insane.

    Panic, Panic, will I die?

    As the tears roll from my eyes.

    Scared to death that I'll drop dead,

    Thoughts keep racing in my head.

    Pounding heart in both my ears,

    Louder and louder with all my fears.

    Can't calm down, can't think straight,

    Dropping dead, is it my fate?

    Shaking hands, palms that sweat,

    And you ain't heard nothin' yet.

    Unable to breathe, legs get weak,

    Oh my lord, I cannot speak.

    Racing thoughts, I want to scream,

    Things slow down, like in a dream.

    You understand? You don't know jack,

    Have you ever had a panic attack?

    The terror it will cloud your head,

    So intense with fear and dread.

    It's hard to stop, can't be predicted,

    Has no restraint, I feel afflicted.

    Feeling trapped like an animal caged,

    So sick of it I feel enraged.

    Praying it won't happen again,

    I know it will, but wonder when?

    It hits you like a slap in the face,

    I will run fast, but lose this race.

    It feels so intense, so very bad,

    When it goes away I am not glad.

    The next I know is lurking near,

    Waiting to strike with terror and fear.

    Holding me prisoner with my own thoughts,

    'SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!' I seem to pray lots.

    Panic it haunts, terrorizes, consumes,

    All I can see is death and its fumes.

    What is it like to be collected and calm?

    I haven't a clue as sweat drips from my palm.

    For now I'll just live with the terror and pain,

    Yet, wondering when it will drive me insane.

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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