The Panic Attack

I can’t believe the panic that I feel. This surge of “scary”. . . rapidly my heart is pounding pounding. This is like the start of a bad ride I can’t get off. Surreal! My heart keeps throbbing. What is going ON? I can’t stay where I am. I need to go! But where? What can I do? I do not know! I need for everything to just be gone! And now I bring my hands up to my face. as if my thoughts I’ll bury in this way? This horrid feeling only wants to stay. This is a terror I cannot erase. I pace, but there’s no space, so then I flee into my room while choking on pure dread. I try deep breathing lying on my bed and tearfully plead, “God, please rescue me.” N/A poem:Aug 5, 2020 for the "Be Inspired" Poetry Contest (based on a time I had a panic attack like this) Now for 'STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (23) ,any form,any theme' Poetry Contest