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Panic attack

Buzzing in my ears
I've got to get out of here
In a cold sweat
It's away from these people I have to get

I can't just bolt, they would wonder why
Now I can't see, I'm going to die
I can't breathe, I can't hear
Are you alright ?  Faces appear

I've collapsed to the ground
Faces talking, making sounds
Im moaning from the pain of the fear
Men from an ambulance appear

I'm white as a sheet
The writhing is starting to cease
cold, clammy hot and moist
I'm very tired but I can use my voice

I've just returned from edge of hell
How long it went on I cannot tell
I don't what happened I was just very sick
I needed lie down on these cool bricks

Another place I can't ever come back
Never back to the place of a panic attack

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 7/22/2016 12:43:00 AM
So vividly real. You were right. Very similar experiences. Glad I looked for this poem.
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Date: 6/30/2016 6:09:00 PM
I really enjoyed your poem.
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