Best Panic Attack Poems
It always starts with chest pain
Sharp pain that I can’t bear
It radiates down my arms
First thing I always think
I’m dying
My heart begins to beat
Faster and faster
I feel like just a little longer
And it will fly out of my chest
Like a bird trying to escape its cage
My hands begin to shake
My head starts to spin
Like that boy you always see at the amusement park
His mother says no but he continues to
Ride every roller coaster he possibly can
Pumping his adrenaline like it’s a damn game
I feel like I’m drowning and everyone around me knows how to swim
Every breath I take is harder to bear
I feel like I’m gonna drop
I sit down and suddenly it stops
I can breath
It’s done
I feel relief
But then I realize that there will be more oceans to swim and roller coasters to ride
It’s not over
And I never know when it will happen again
Heart pounding,
Confused and disoriented,
I cannot breathe.
There is a tightness in my chest
And butterflies in my stomach.
Vision blurred,
Weak and dizzy,
Nothing feels real.
There is tension in my muscles
And numbness in my skin.
Body aching,
Cool and sweaty,
I am shaking.
There is a panic in my head
And fear within my being.
The powerful palpitations pounding in my chest,
Will my heart with stand this test,
Another attack has just begun,
Abracadabra out it sprung.
Piercing pain constricting my chest,
My ribs collapsing, the attack conquering its quest,
Each breath harder, sharper, shallower than the next,
My fingers hastily clawing at my chests raw flesh.
Panic awakens my pale plain face,
Every gasp leaves a lingering lifeless taste,
Time is of the essence, prayers wont save me now,
The devils claws run deep and are dragging me down.
Awaiting me, a fiery hell of tortured terror,
My lungs burn is my soul to be condemned forever,
Just one deep breath to save my soul hear me saviour,
I beg of you I am not ready to meet my maker.
Finally the attack releases my air way,
The fatal fear and fantasies begin to fade away,
I have survived another panic attack today.
The world has settled down and switched off its light
it has closed its eyes to rest its head
My brain has decided something else is in store for me
as I climb into my bed
Tonight my demons hold me
they surround me and control me
each one could tell a story
of things i'd prefer remain unread
I'm petrified, I'm terrified
of what? I don't know
It presses and crawls over me
I shiver and shake out of control
Hugging my knees in the dark
fingernails gripped into my skin
I can't shut down and time flies
The world wakes from a sleep, I didn't join in
Is everything bigger?
I'm smaller for sure
My minds screams, my heart races
I tremble some more
Someone turn me off
Turn me back on again,
maybe when I have control
My soul doesn't want to live inside this body anymore
I cry and my face turns a boiling blood red
Can someone extinguish these thoughts
burning all through my head?
All of this and I haven't even gotten out of my bed
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
It’s like all air passage ways have sealed shut, and you’re gasping, reaching out blindly in search of a solution and, slowly, that little voice in the back of your head is getting louder and louder and the list is piling up and that pressure sitting on your breast is swelling and you feel as if you’re being pulled you inside out, torn to pieces, ripped to shreds, your mind in a tug of war of sanity versus insanity and the accumulation of **** just hit you like a ton of bricks and you collapse to your knees, gasping for air, grasping for straws, clawing through the dirt, reaching for what little you can still see before you and the damn just broke and the blackness has taken hold and the dark spots dance before your eyes, mingling with the ground before you and you're ripping it to shreds begging for it to just STOP.
Lord, let me be
free, walking
along the spine of the earth
no longer subject
to these toothless
fears.
Dizzy ceiling which i stare in..
I admire the texture that i'm feeling.
Meanwhile i am shaking, writing,
fighting with emotions.
I must concentrate on something
to forget the pain i feel.
I am breathing while i sink
just to know that this is real.
I can't help to catch my beat.
from my destructive head
way down to my feet.
Lifeless, scared and sad.
With macabre-like fear, I fret as Death glides near,
all too near! And in my ears, buried deep,
ticks a ghostly tick-tock—it's all I hear
(so deep, deep in my ears I cannot sleep)!
I'm manic; and with every breath I panic
and hyperventilate, as my lungs scream
for air—as from a nightmare truly horrific,
a dream unlike any phantasmic dream
I've ever dreamt of! With unavailing breath,
I wane—wane morbidly as though on death's bier,
embalmed for entombment in a grave beneath
(as I agonize, because the end feels so near).
In paralyzing fear of these panic attacks,
I'll soon die in their death throes and climax!?
Heart racing
palpitating
fingers trembling
body shaking
fear the blood won't reach my head
this isn't worth it if I'm dead!
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.
Just one thought.
Just one action or word.
Now spiraling down tragedy lane.
Stomach in knots, nausea burning the back of my throat.
Breathing turning shallow.
Body temperature too hot yet too cold all at the same time.
Who knew breathing could be so hard.
Focusing on the inhale filling my lungs.
Exhaling to expel the gut-wrenching feeling anxiety so kindly left behind.
Pulse is racing
And chest tight
Nerves are shredded
Ice in lungs
Can’t see through tears
Arrhythmic pounding
Time is near
True or not
Ain’t seeming clear
Can’t you help me, in any way?
Keep this stuff from coming back!?!
Just letting my dogs out
each summer night
can cause me to panic,
because they're waiting each night
as I turn on the porch light,
it seems the bugs are on steroids
they look so enormous and big,
as its always the same gang,
doing their aerial show gig,
from giant moths to big beetles,
I frantically swat them away,
probably looking quite absurd,
thank God the neighbors are away,
one of them looks like Mothra,
with a wing span of a large bird,
while some of them look like
a hybrid of a bug and a martian,
flying all around my head,
making their flapping buzzing commotion,
the sound I always dread,
as they fly right in my face
which is probably hilarious to them,
at times I can hear a little "tee, hee,"
or is it just my imagination...
I feel like I'm in some kind of
sci-fi B movie with all of their next of kin,
its almost a do or die situation
and I wonder who will win,
so there I am on the porch each night,
waving and flapping my arms neurotically,
probably look like a hysterical woman to them,
one that desperately needs therapy,
as the enormous bugs continue
to play hide and seek with delight,
dive bombing and circling
my face and head
every summer night,
knowing deep down inside
those bugs are out to get me,
I do the same routine every night,
while they scare the living
daylights out of me!
Encroached by bleakness barren thoughts derail,
lost zephyr junction-bound now frozen still,
whose screams for help are made to no avail,
as panic railroads bits where nightmares drill;
Safe harbors flee when tidal waves attack,
stirred quick from fossils steamed in hellish heat;
An anxious cabin falters off its track,
then leaps to scorched black coal with naked feet;
A locomotive chugging cellophane,
inhales as hostage held in hollow night;
In prior moments rolled civilian sane,
Until the devil came and fight took flight.
Unknown are reasons engines suffocate,
But cargo spilled produces heavy weight.