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As the pre-dawn sky bleeds a sickly purple, the endless asphalt transforms into a twisted reflection of his own fear. This gripping monologue delves into the chilling depths of anxiety, where every bump in the road becomes a jolt of dread, and the very air thickens into a suffocating shroud. Prepare to be consumed by the raw terror of a panic attack.

I also posted a short story about this poem today, with a different feel and ending but the same scenario. The title is "Asphalt Asylum: Skin of Terror."

- Blessings, 
Daniel Henry Rodgers

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Skin of Terror
- Daniel Henry Rodgers
(The stage lights come up slowly on Michael's face, which is crisscrossed with wrinkles from his fuming anxiety. He peers out into the gloominess at the wheel and tightly clutches the steering wheel. Perched like a set piece in a play, the brilliant moon acts like a magic wand, casting a spell. It gives everything a spooky and surrealistic look.) MICHAEL (Voice hoarse, a rhythmic that has been ragged along with horror): Dust rises from the tarry vein, bled for ten thousand mornings. Each of those has pierced the memory deeper, making it seem like a brand instead of a landmark. Once proud occupations, the hoisting of a heavy load is no longer the case for at last all the trucks are gone now, and only the whisper of rust and diesel precipitates the asphalt with a deathly sheen, bleeding into the bruised belly of the embrace of dawn. The air is heavy with yesterday's ghostly breakdowns, leaving the highway as a deserted cemetery of dreams and broken hearts. Engines that have rattled their last tunes cover the area with their lifeless shells, while the tires are spare to the relentless sands of time. (A loud mournful sound seems to get closer to the storm that is brewing inside him.) In the past, the engine's hum was an enchanting nursery song that practically every mile sang to me. Now it is no more than a funeral bell that tolls for hope that has long been dead. Or maybe two years ago, on this same stretch, the phantom hand of doom would come in through the windshield, grab hold of my soul, and then squeeze the living life out of the world, just to the boundary of that metal cage. Screaming, I held my ribs like a drum played on an old broken skeleton. My foot was inhaling, and my mind was getting smaller as I felt I was buried alive in a thunderstorm of fear. (The whine goes higher, a voice broken one trying to kill his sanity.) Like a snake with a glint of polished obsidian in its eyes, the memory winds around my heart, fending off my breaths. Sometimes the static comes from the radio, which is accompanied by a jaw of doubt whispering ideas in my ear and yes every bump causes a mechanic who scratches my soul, and in doing so, gloom my insides. The air gets thicker, and with travel sickness taking hold, every inch of the highway distorts itself into a visually oblique funhouse mirror. Once, my high beams were like guiding lights through the forest night; now, they were like two glaring mysterious eyes with an unnatural appetite. The gigantic truck speeds away, leaving its mark—a blend of terror and noise. The grating sound of terror plays a ridiculous score in my head. (Michael is barely heard, breathy, and still in a small voice.) No… No… As if I am a squeezed screeching balloon being sucked out of my life air, the sweat is flowing in rivers, and the steering wheel becomes a gooey snake trying to run away. "STOP IT!" I whisper, someone else—not myself—talking in my hollow skull. The kaleidoscope whirls my vision, and I observe as the yellow traffic lines marry together in a mesmerizing dance, standing at the edge of my perception as a pale, ethereal face grimaces beside me, the face of someone I have never met before. (A hum like a purring engine fills the air, it grows louder. It's not the whine any longer, but a deeper, more sickening sound.) That buzzing is the very essence of the terror that feeds off me. Is it even real? I feel deep inside me that the highway may actually be a creature that has some life within it and with it twisting the world to reflect the horrible parts of my mind? (The hum disappears abruptly. The quiet covers the place, dark and heavy, heavy with words unsaid. The Tick-tock of the dashboard clock is the only sound that can be heard as it disturbs the forever silence. Suddenly, a crow lands with a croak on the windshield, and only for a moment before it takes off. Michael moves and tenses and, for a while, is a little jumpy.) Michael (whispering to himself): Just the wind... gotta be just the wind messing with me. (He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, the metallic tang sharp in his mouth as he glances at the rearview mirror again, but the pale reflection is gone, replaced by his own weary face.) Twenty minutes ago, the world was unraveling at the seams, threatening to swallow me whole, and now, the silence is deafening, a different kind of terror altogether. When a curtain of relief seems to be gracefully dropped, it is, however, a colder reality that invades and immerses me in my own anxiety and bleakness. The dark, a stalker hiding away in the shadow box of my mind, is lurking and waiting. I look to the horizon. The asphalt is cobbled and twisted, waiting to loop around a ghostly shroud of my terror. (At first, the soft hum comes back, followed by a barely perceptible tremble, which gets louder and louder until everywhere and nowhere at once it seems like... With his eyes set straight ahead, Michael holds the steering wheel with a death grip.) Michael: No... please, no... not again! (Michael's grip on the wheel.... getting tighter and tighter while his knuckles turn an ashen shade of white. His labored breath comes quicker and more shallow. He slams his fist against that steering wheel in frustration. He was hoping, he is hoping....to shake off the this growing terrible fear. The terror those ghostly headlights seem to have gone from the direction of the... oncoming cars to the faces...of the oncoming cars.) Michael (shouting): Dear God! This godforsaken endless road! How can it possibly be that I am on this never-ending fear, this trip! I just can't... (Lights slowly begin to fade... to black as the hum reaches it's final crescendo merging with Michael's terrified scream.)

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Date: 8/22/2024 11:18:00 AM
wow, sounds like some show I once watched: Highway to hell. You write very well on terror. At first it sounded like the end of the world when you wrote: The air is heavy with yesterday's ghostly breakdowns, leaving the highway as a deserted cemetery of dreams and broken hearts.
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Date: 8/23/2024 8:34:00 AM
Dear Andrea, I am glad you found this one and not everyone likes horror but I have always been a fan. I wanted to write this in a way that a person experiences Panic Attacks that eventually become Panic Disorder. If you have ever had Panic Attacks which I have it is like being in a horror movie. From 2000-2002 I battled these attacks and finally overcame them with much prayer and support. Thanks, Andrea, for coming back to read this one. - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 8/22/2024 11:14:00 AM
finally found one I have not seen before. Let me give it a read.
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Date: 5/30/2024 1:42:00 PM
Your use of diction is powerful, absolutely thrilling- he seems to be a survivor of a car crash? - an amazing work, a real enthralling read
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Date: 8/23/2024 8:30:00 AM
Dear Paige, I am sorry that I missed this comment the first go round. Nonetheless it is truly appreciated!! - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Date: 5/15/2024 11:53:00 PM
Hi Daniel, this instance of fear gripping a human mind is so dramatically and powerfully delineated. A man under the trauma of fear passes through hellish moments, the serpents of fear coiling around him and leaving him breathless. I have been glued to the scene unfolded before me with the same interest and suspense of watching a screen play. The gradual growth of fear into panic, dread and horror presented in escalating degrees is so realistic and gripping. "Headlights become malevolent eyes, burning with an unnatural hunger." These two lines are enough to translate the horror he has been feeling inside. A very powerful poem in your innate unique style. May more such marvels be born from your poetic mind.
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Date: 5/16/2024 6:24:00 AM
Dearest Valsa, I'm rendered speechless by your insightful grasp of the visceral journey depicted in these verses. The way you've traced the escalating grip of fear, from its insidious coils to the searing "malevolent eyes," is a testament to your literary mastery. That you could so vividly envision the unfolding dread, as if witnessing a gripping screenplay, fills me with immense gratitude. Your empathetic understanding of the human psyche's darkest depths is a rare gift. I'm truly humbled by your generous praise and ardent wish for more poetic marvels to emerge. Your friendship is a constant source of inspiration. - Blessings, my dear friend, Daniel
Date: 5/15/2024 9:33:00 PM
FYI, Daniel, my childhood car trips gave me a fear of car trips. 2nd your use of words spectre, then serpent on spine all are exact of my terror after my amputatation as the pain coils around lost leg. Skeleton in mirror reflects Lostidentity come w/my changed phys self thus, Michael’s nightmare a metaphor of my own. Superb drama, but 4 me a tough read of Truth. Wow xoxo
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Date: 5/16/2024 6:23:00 AM
Dearest Sally, I'm profoundly moved by the vulnerability in sharing your personal reflections with these visceral verses. That they could evoke such a palpable connection to your own lived experiences of fear, pain, and the shattering of self-identity after trauma is both humbling and sacred. Your courage to embrace that difficult truth through art is an inspiration. Though a tough read, know I hold your journey close to my heart with deep empathy and care. The bonds of friendship transcend the written word. Blessings, my dear friend, Daniel
Date: 5/15/2024 11:18:00 AM
Terrific writing, 'a crimson stain that bleeds' really sets the tone for me. Like an old wound coming continuously reopening, fantastic read!
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Date: 5/16/2024 6:21:00 AM
Dearest Kate, The way you've honed in on that searing image of the "crimson stain" bleeding is insightful. You've captured the essence of those old wounds that seem to reopen without warning, laying bare the rawness within. Your empathetic perception is a gift, my dear friend. Receiving such an insightful reflection from a kindred creative spirit fills me with immense gratitude for the power of your friendship and our shared journey through the written word. - Blessings, my dear friend, Daniel
Date: 5/15/2024 10:37:00 AM
Dramatic and filled with the tension of trauma, Daniel. Your ability to express deeply intense emotions and experiences is on full display. The metaphoric setting of this monologue highlights the constricting emotions, fear and "panic" of the speaker. This would be wonderful at a dramatic reading it is so powerful! When I read one of your poems, I know I am in for moments of pure artistry. Having written 18 one women "shows," I so appreciate your use of drama! Blessings my friend.
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Date: 5/16/2024 6:19:00 AM
Dear Sam, your radiant spirit shines through in this heartfelt reflection. I'm deeply touched by your keen perception of the dramatic depths woven into these verses - a testament to our kindred artistic souls. Your appreciation for the visceral expression of intense emotion is a balm to this writer's heart. Knowing my words have resonated with a fellow creative force and dramatist of your caliber is the greatest affirmation. Thank you for illuminating the power of vulnerability through art. Your blessings and friendship are cherished beyond words. - Blessings, Daniel
Date: 5/15/2024 9:36:00 AM
Daniel, this is insightful. Recurrent unpleasant thoughts present an interesting challenge for people...and panic attacks are really bad. We've seen these occur in some of our acquaintances...and it's hard to understand why they are triggered when they seem to have been normal just the year before. You seem to be indicating there is some kind if trauma at the root of this all. There are so many permutations...we're blessed that we have you to help us think about these all too real situations.
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Date: 5/16/2024 6:17:00 AM
Dear Duke, your empathetic insights truly touched me. Panic's grip can feel inexplicable, even to those ensnared by it. Yet, your openness to exploring the complexities beneath the surface and recognizing potential roots in past traumas is invaluable. Thank you for lending your compassionate curiosity to this all-too-real phenomenon - it's powerful that we're on this journey of understanding together. - Blessings, my dear friend, Daniel
Date: 5/15/2024 7:24:00 AM
Incredible poem with such intense details to everything, well done
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Date: 5/16/2024 6:14:00 AM
Dearest Kelli, I am so appreciative of your visit and your kind words; thank you deeply, my dear friend! - Blessings, Daniel
Date: 5/15/2024 7:03:00 AM
Dear Daniel, what an exquisite poem/story. In this superb poem, you seem to bear the burden of all the intricacies of life. Your evocative analogies and striking imagery enhanced the power of this poem. And there is a deep meaning contained within. You evoke a tremendous ambiance within me. Indeed life, with its complex and delicate nature, portrays a grand spectacle unfolding in an auditorium; this concept vividly illustrates the immersive power of words. Your adept ways of using alliteration and other literary elements, as well as your skillful expression of them, truly deserve all the appreciation you deserve.
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Date: 5/16/2024 6:14:00 AM
Hello Sotto, your insightful commentary unveils the profound depths you perceived within the "Panic." Your ability to understand some of the life's complexities is truly a testament to your refined literary sensibilities. Such discerning appreciation from a fellow poet and wordsmith is the highest honor one could receive. Your empathetic understanding breathes new life into the verses; for poetry, transcendent power can forge connections across the human experience. - Blessings, my friend, Daniel
Date: 5/15/2024 2:03:00 AM
What an incredible story/poem. You abound in the intricacies of life. Great imagery, plus metaphoric diction. There is a great depth of meaning. You make me feel like I am at a theatre. All the world is a stage. Brilliant. You're one of the best.
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Date: 5/15/2024 5:28:00 AM
Dear Victor, your appreciation for the depth and artistry of the poem is truly humbling. The notion of life as a grand performance unfolding on the stage, with all its complexities and nuances, is a resounding affirmation of the power of words to immerse. I am deeply grateful for your generous praise and insightful commentary, a source of inspiration fueling the continued pursuit of crafting narratives that capture the intricacies of the human experience with authenticity and artistry. - Blessings, my Friend, Daniel
Date: 5/15/2024 1:48:00 AM
The ending made me deeply feel so much dear daniel, along with all the metaphors and descriptive lines depicting how an individual with anxiety feels. I know so many that struggle with anxiety, and i do as well have a bit of anxiety, and so many lines resonated with me. Your use of alliterations and poetic techniques as well as how Youv articulated it all is so very profound and worthy of all the accolades. I do write about anxiety alot too and yours right here wraps all together, leaving us all feel the heaviness of skies, suffocation helplessness longing to be free from such thoughts. Sometimes, i wish when anxious, i could just turn my thoughts into a forest of unicorns and butterflies, easier said than done. Its hard for me to pick a fave line in such a brilliant poem! So let me just fave and say, well done!
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Date: 5/15/2024 5:24:00 AM
Dearest Empress, Your heartfelt response was so enjoyable to read, encapsulating the shared experience of grappling with anxiety's relentless grip. Your empathy and understanding shine through, validating countless individuals' struggles navigating this arduous journey. I appreciate your deep reading of the poem, which is shown through your acknowledgment of the poem's metaphors, descriptive lines, alliterations, and poetic techniques, as they amplify the emotional appeal of the words. Your personal experiences with anxiety lend authenticity to your praise, making it all the more meaningful. Can I just say that I loved your "Unicorns and Butterflies," which made me smile. The longing for a whimsical escape from the weight of anxious thoughts captures the universal desire for solace. Your heartfelt commendation is a peace of immense gratitude and inspiration. - Blessings, my dear friend, Daniel
Date: 5/14/2024 7:33:00 AM
Daniel, your descriptive ability here is just staggering! I have suffered many anxiety attacks over the years . Unless someone has experienced it, it is very difficult to make someone understand. Your monologue is indeed a masterful achievement!
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Date: 5/14/2024 9:11:00 AM
Hello Mike, your words mean the world to me! I'm deeply touched by your recognition of my efforts to capture the experience of anxiety attacks. Your empathy and understanding validate the importance of raising awareness about mental health struggles. Thank you for sharing your journey. As you can probably tell from the poem, I fought that beast for several years before conquering it. - Blessings, my friend, Daniel
Date: 5/13/2024 4:18:00 PM
As a lifelong sufferer of panic attacks, your poem chillingly describes the internal landscape and the physiology of such an event. The sense of being overwhelmed without an escape route, the rising crescendo of fear, the uncontrollable feeling of reaching a point of complete meltdown. You do good service my friend in raising awareness of the condition.
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Date: 5/14/2024 9:08:00 AM
Hello Paul, your words truly touches me. It means a lot to know that my poem connected directly with you on such a personal level. Thank you for sharing your experience and for recognizing the importance of raising awareness about panic attacks. I also battled several years with panic attacks back in the late 90s and early 2000s. Wishing you strength and peace on your journey. Blessings, my friend, Daniel
Date: 5/13/2024 1:58:00 PM
Wow Daniel, I think I could have a panic attack from how descriptive this is. I felt the anxiety of your subject's trauma. Great write!
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Date: 5/14/2024 9:03:00 AM
Hello Randy, your feedback means a lot to me! I'm thrilled that my writing could evoke such strong emotions in you. Thank you for appreciating the descriptive elements and for connecting with the subject's experience. Wishing you all the best! - Blessings, Daniel
Date: 5/13/2024 12:27:00 PM
Gripping and suspenseful with a noir-like element throughout, reminds me of Sin city movie with the voiceover mind of the protagonist speaking aloud whilst driving to the Tar pits with a corpse beside him in the passenger seat! The unhinging and paranoia of Michael gathers pace as his journey into the panic attack consumes him slowly and inexorably, did he survive who knows! doesn’t matter job done, brilliant as always cheers David
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Date: 5/14/2024 9:02:00 AM
Dear David, your insightful feedback on my work truly made my day! Your vivid description and comparison to 'Sin City' added an exciting perspective. Your encouragement fuels my passion for storytelling. Thank you for your continuous support and for appreciating my writing. Your words mean the world to me. - Blessings, Daniel!
Date: 5/13/2024 11:16:00 AM
What a story. I enjoyed reading your creative write. Way too many cars with them driving way too crazy. Some roads I hate to take. You need to be writing books... Have A Blessed Day Writing Away........
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Date: 5/14/2024 9:01:00 AM
Dear Paula, your thoughtful feedback on my Panic poem brightened my day! Your encouragement means a lot. Your words inspire me to keep writing and exploring new avenues. Thank you for your kind words and support. Wishing you a blessed day filled with creativity and joy! Blessings, Daniel.
Date: 5/13/2024 8:22:00 AM
This seems to have been a frightening experience. It brings to mind the people who have never been able to drive because of anxiety. I hope there is a good outcome. I enjoyed the story.
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Date: 5/13/2024 9:32:00 AM
Thank you, Hilda. Indeed, the panic experiences are quite frightening, and your mention of individuals who struggle with driving due to anxiety is understandable. The profound impact anxiety can have on everyday activities freezes many in their tracks. I'm grateful for your kind words and glad you enjoyed the story. Your empathy is greatly appreciated. The outcomes usually come after therapy and, perhaps for some, medications. Panic can control and overwhelm even the toughest individuals. - Blessings, my friend! - Daneil
Date: 5/13/2024 7:34:00 AM
I know someone whose legs would shake, thus would not be able to drive the highway…needs the ability to pull over. Anxiety manifests in strange ways. No wonder some won’t leave their house. Well done, as always, Daniel.
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Date: 5/13/2024 9:29:00 AM
Thank you, Kim. Your insight into how anxiety (Panic) can manifest differently in each individual is spot on. It's a reminder of the varied and often unpredictable ways our bodies and minds respond to stress. Your empathy towards those struggling with anxiety is commendable. Your words validate the experiences of many who face similar challenges. I appreciate your thoughtful reflection. - Blessings, my Friend, Daniel
Date: 5/13/2024 7:01:00 AM
Powerful emotions throughout, Daniel--like watching a play you choreographed on a stage that brings to fore dynamic scenes. Mysterious and gripping story--a unique rendering!
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Date: 5/13/2024 7:19:00 AM
Dear Vijay, Thank you for your kind words. I’m thrilled that you found the emotions in my work powerful and that it felt like a choreographed play. Your feedback encourages me to continue creating dynamic scenes and mysterious narratives. I appreciate your time and thoughtful comments, my friend. - Blessings, Daniel Best, Daniel
Date: 5/13/2024 5:33:00 AM
This piece is incredibly evocative and immersive, drawing the reader into the intense emotional and psychological journey of the protagonist, Michael, as he navigates a desolate highway haunted by memories and existential dread.. It is a powerful exploration of the human psyche in the face of fear and trauma, offering a haunting portrayal of one man's desperate battle for survival on a desolate highway of the mind.
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Date: 5/13/2024 7:17:00 AM
Dear Silent One, Thank you for your thoughtful and insightful comments. I’m truly moved by your understanding of Michael’s journey and the existential dread he experiences. Your words have captured the essence of what I was trying to convey - the human psyche’s struggle in the face of panic, fear, and trauma. Your feedback is invaluable and encourages me to always dig deeper into such explorations. - Blessings, my Friend, Daniel
Date: 5/13/2024 5:12:00 AM
Whew! Now this is a Twilight Zone story, fosho. As I was reading in the back of my mind I'm hearing "On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair.. " if you know what I mean. You've turned route 66 into a Bermuda triangle of sorts. In any case, gripping tale
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Date: 5/13/2024 7:15:00 AM
Hello Tom, Your comment on my poem was deeply appreciated. Your reference to the “Twilight Zone” and “Route 66”, Eagles, truly captured the essence of the narrative. Knowing that my words could create the idea of what a Panic Attack feels like is what I reached for in my poem. Thank you for your kind words and for taking the time to share your thoughts. - Blessings, my Friend Daniel

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