poetry, Uncategorized

Panic Attack

Unannounced and unwanted

It begins to consume.

From one small thought, the ignition of fire.

The brain burns, flares up in panic,

Clouded in smoke, thoughts lose their path.

For the mind can no longer see sense

And without sense, problems multiply.

Invisible hands tighten around the throat,

Breathes shortened, panicked,

The stomach, abruptly poisoned with worry

Churns, twists, sickens

From one small thought, the wild hysteria.

 

→livingthroughlines 2016.

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