Panic Attack
I want to scream
And shed my skin
Pull out my hair
Escape within
Mind derailed
Strength fell flaccid
Lost my marbles
Floating on acid
Picking scabs
Until they pour
Proper maintenance
For my sore
The edge of a cliff
The fall, unknown
Don't want to look back
Hard place or stone
Shame overcomes
I don't know why
Flush from embarrassment
Mouth dry
A voice inside
Constant itch
Not good enough
Flip the switch
Turn on the lights
Rescue me please
Don't kick me when I'm down
On my knees
Don't make me speak
Or watch me chew
Put me on the spot
I forget what to do
The world, it seems
Is closing in
My depth of field
Is growing thin
Rapid breaths
Small air supply
Oxygen scarce
The more I try
Sweat is forming
On my face
Pen and paper
My saving grace
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015
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