Panic Attack Poems - Poems about Panic Attack

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I had a dream last night. When I looked into the mirror, I was wearing a denim mid-skirt with boots, and a dramatic yellow top with feathers—things I would never wear, least of all on a steaming summer day. I looked around and found myself on the dock, where my grandparents live in Keelung, Taiwan.

Panic Attack

You leave the safety
of your front gate
and enter into fear.
The early morning quiet
magnifies your every movement 
into a noise - footsteps,
breath, the sound
of arms scraping
against a coat.
You don't want 
to be heard.

There is nothing
to hold onto 
in this ocean of streets,
houses and motorcars.
The world is bottomless
and beneath your feet
there is terror.
You are now
too far out.

You

my panic attack

My heart started beating so fast I thought it would break
My hands were shaking; I felt dizzy and unsteady
Unappreciated, threatened, I began to run
I had never done that before at a job
A co-worker tried to stop me; she said I did not look well
I screamed and kept running

panic attack

When will this feeling ever stop, Palpitations from my heart.
I can't go out into the world how did these feelings start.
My sweaty palms and pounding head
I'm just so scared to get out my bed.
People will judge me I just can't cope,
feels like my hearts being pulled by a rope.
My cheeks are getting tingles pins and

Skin of Terror

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

Crevice

I want  to crawl inside a crevice
Live behind the walls
Hide deep with the darkness
No sun or light at all
I want noone to see me
They can't know where I am
I need to breathe, be alone
They're drowning me again 
My tired mind keeps racing
The thoughts won't stop, won't yield 
They're rampant, big, explosive 
An active brain

I'M Fighting Back From My Panic Attack

Panic Attack - I hate that you are here,
Panic Attack - I live constantly in fear.
Panic Attack - How on earth do I cope?
Panic Attack - All I want is to elope.

Panic Attack - You sure won't beat me,
Panic Attack - You'll lose I guarantee.
Panic Attack - So long, I bid you farewell,
Panic Attack -

Panic Attack

It’s chaos.
Red-hot blood pumping
Veins pulsing
Hands shaking
Sheets of black behind my eyes–
Yet I’m still alive.

Tightrope 8-17-21

Rope cuts into my bare feet
Wary as I tread the line
The end stretches farther than I can see
My eyes veer down 
Expecting to find the ground miles beneath me
But all I see are sheets
The boulders below are just a pillow cradling my neck
The humid air wrapping itself around my body,
whipping as I try to keep

The Cross

"Draw back the curtain, peek past the smile
And from within the darkness growls the pain
Listen closely, hiding behind the laughter
As a single teardrop leaves it’s stain"

"While abundant and free for all
I struggle to grasp my share
I am screaming inside
While others go on without a care"

"My demons strangle like vines
Thorns drawing blood from their grip
I fear

''Portrait of a Panic Attack'' Revisited

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

Ride

Feet plated firmly on the black plastic flooring.
The aroma of old gas station food fills my senses. 
The way out of my head is to my right, the path to be free, the path to leave.
But we move ever so, enough to keep me in, encapsulated in my cell, unable to be free.
I tuck my

Panic Attack

The rush of the waves in the shell
Is as calm as my brain
The waves that I hear
Are the blood in my ear
And my ear is going insane
Deepening the roar inside the shell

The rush of the waves entices a smell
The smell of salty sweat
The sweat that I feel
Is as slick as an eel
And the gross of

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

The Power of a Panic Attack

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

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