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Panic Attack

I’m already
Unsteady,
Caught
In petty
Thought,
Anxiety
Has got me,
And I can’t see,
I can’t be seen,
I seem stuck
In between,
Blind and
Out of time,
Out of hand,
Out of my mind,
It’s like an unplanned
Silent scream,
A blaring siren,
My arms are iron,
My psyche is flighty,
Retreating,
Besieged entirely,
Pleading for release,
But peace is unlikely,
I need sedation,
Salvation at least,
It’s not a nightmare
It’s right there,
It’s real
It’s evil,
Cerebral,
Wrapping me from ankle to heel
Strapping me to assembly lines
And I can’t snap the confines,
I’m forced to stand on land mines
Set to detonate at unknown times,
This
Waiting,
Anticipating,
Is incapacitating,
My body is falling slow,
I try to swallow my heart
Whole
With a lumping throat
Thumping out of control,
Seizing,
Leaving me remote,
Everything that I used to know
Is reduced to “NO”
Gasping,
“NO”
Asking for
“HELP”
I yelp in dread
I’ve
Never felt so alive
I’ve
Never felt so dead

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