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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 10/3/2017 1:59:00 AM
That is exactly how it feels. You will find a lot of people here suffering the same. Maybe knowing that helps a little. Welcome to PoetrySoup :)
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Danielle Mullen
Date: 10/3/2017 11:21:00 AM
Thank you very much!
Date: 10/2/2017 3:50:00 PM
I just reread it and I'm still ShOoK
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