Short Panic Attack Poems
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Heart racing
palpitating
fingers trembling
body shaking
fear the blood won't reach my head
this isn't worth it if I'm dead!
A sultry voice gave directions.
Wrong turn, then came the corrections.
A panic attack –
Screams came from the back.
“We're lost; where are the connections?”
©October 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Santa’s claws let go of the smoke stack
cracked his backbone with a loud crack
for once he had been off guard
kid’s dreams shattered and scarred
his fart caused a panic attack
06th December 2020
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!?!
Tears fall like raindrops
My head is full to bursting
Someone please listen
Can’t you see that I’m struggling
I’m scared of a little mouse
08~29~14
Submitted to lament me a tanka contest
Sponsored by Rick Parise
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
A young woman had a panic attack
A side effect of British Railways
My wife and I went to her aid
But I struggled to avert my gaze
From her heaving chesticles
“Big breaths” my wife instructed her
I was still staring at her puppies, said
“No, but beautifully pert would be fare”
Form:
Was that a dream?
No, that was a panic attack.
But maybe panic is just part of the sleeping process.
I said while sipping my coffee.
But maybe panic is better to have in my sleep.
Because now I have a period where I feel calm.
At least until the sun rises.
And I have to wake up for real.
A moment of dread
The world crushing inside my head
The mind throbbing
All thoughts locking
Eyes gone blurred
Speech slurred
Head spinning
Lights dimming
Sweat falling
Feel yourself dropping
Grab anything to steady
Palms sweaty
Heartbeat sky rockets
Tummy vomits
Hard to catch each breath
Hoping next is death
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 - I'm going to send you to hell.
Today you won't hear a peep out of me all day or night probably.
Today I am entertaining lady company.
We're both going to see if I can get lucky.
I'm begining to feel a panic attack coming on already.
I still have major issues with Intimacy.
Thanks for accepting my invitation and flying all the way over here to NY for me P D.
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.
Form:
Clouds Hanging Over Me
dark clouds, ominous
feelings of dread swamping
me with foreboding
unable to get my breath
anxiety leading to yet another
panic attack to
disarm me
detach me from myself
alone and afraid I am
losing my mind
certain it has happened in
the past
confident no one notices
that there are clouds of
madness hanging over me
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.
There's an empty feeling left inside
Tearing me down and making me cry
Restless, breathless when will it end
No chance to fight back
New faces to stare at giving me a panic attack
Burning just beneath the skin
Lost hope that caves in
I've strangled my insides
Suffocating the pain and letting it reside
So it's a struggle every day to find a reason to survive
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.
Up or down
forward or back
Polarity ends
in a panic attack
Start, stop
the stillness portends
The middle a wasteland
lost years of pretend
Before or after
in front or behind
Timing entraps
with the devil’s design
Salvation, damnation
souls to contend
To live or to die
—to start or to end
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
Urban Warfare
Knock Knock, tick tocks the clock,
post traumatic syndrome head trauma shock.
Glock Glock, click pop weapon stock,
three dimensional residential sniper kill shot on lock.
Hippity Hop, bee bop the music stops,
scattered brats panic attack, raiding cops.
Ding Dong, ping pong ball bounce bops,
sad sadistic, unrealistic, urban firearm goes pop, pop, pop!
My thoughts race one million miles a minute.
Abnormal fears take control of my mind.
My pulse is beating faster than an engine.
Headaches develop like I have been hit with a hammer.
Adrenaline pumps through my veins at the speed of light.
My heart feels like exploding due to chest pain.
My temperature raises hotter than the sun.
When my panic attack is gone, I am left with a scar.
Panic attack
Neurons are whack
Strive for balance
Infests my whole day
Each way I try to convey
Messages, communicate
My how neural pathways can stray
Left with a bottlenecked airway
I seek but body-chemical harmony
Thoughts, actions with symmetry
Gather grey matter
Take the unrest
Heave it over the railing
Crazy’s gone stale
And then I exhale
Sunshine Williams
When at first I saw you
The sun was setting
It's rays danced right through
You were tall and just stunning
Dressed all up in cobalt blue
As I passed by, my neck bending
I knew what I had to do
I acted fast, no hesitating
Turning back, I ran to you
A panic attack my heart was throbbing
Eyes on your rack, I could only drool
I paid cash for this beautiful machine.
My Chevy Silverado
Sadness only taggs along after elation,
chains prefer to cling to the freeman's skin,
heartbreak only follows trust and expectations.
trying to breathe,
with lead-lined lungs,
In an oxygen deprived world
during an asthma attack.
Grasping for the peices.
Pulling them back.
my mind ceases
on the brink of a panic attack.
my hands begin to shake
eyes watering on the brink of tears,
the last of my sanity to take,
drowning in my fears.
Grandpa’s got engaged,
Giving the family a panic attack.
Ninety four and marrying
A teen age nymphomaniac.
They all got together in one
Of those family conferences
To try and bring grandad
Back down to his senses.
Sex with that woman could be fatal
His oldest daughter said
Grandpa looked amazed
And then sadly shook his head.
It's just one of those things
He said, much to their surprise,
It’s just a fact of life, my dear
If she dies, she dies.
Why?
Should I?
Well, maybe…
No, some other time perhaps.
I can’t do that.
I don’t know how.
I don’t know anything about it.
I have these other things to do.
The phone is ringing.
I need to check my Facebook.
Dishes need to be washed.
I have another appointment.
I’m too shy.
I really don’t like crowds.
What if I have a panic attack?
I don’t like to dance and I don’t drink.
I’m not smart enough for that crowd.
Can we do it together?
Will you hold my hand?
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 mine field
So I'm looking for a refuge
Somewhere that I can hide
Cocoon inside a secret place
To recover, to survive