Panic Attack
Eyes
Darting around the room,
not focussing on anything
Can’t focus on anything.
Watering, blurring my vision
I cannot see.
Hands
Sweat on my palms,
fingers trembling.
Not enough strength
to grip anything
I cannot feel.
Stomach
Tied in knots,
somersault after somersault.
My lunch wants to say hello,
just try to breathe
I cannot breathe.
Mind
Racing in circles,
images flashing by.
They always said,
“Try happy thoughts”
I cannot think.
It feels like
this is the end.
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