Panic Attack

Eyes wide open.

Mouth closed shut

Hands clinched in fists, like the one in my gut.

Whole body shivers.

Nerves too much

I guess this time I'm shit out of luck.

Air forbidden entrance.

Fear sets in.

I can tell when it happens by the tightening of my skin.

Heart racing, pulse chasing

Blood boiling for want of oxygen

World swirling in a mix of colors like the bile in my throat

Vision blurring, Head aching

Sweat like rain drops pouring down.

Like a broken record player I can't make a sound

This poem is about: 
Me

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