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Panic
I look up
and I spin
I look down
and spin again
with any motion at all
I feel like
I am going to fall
I roll my eyes
at what I find
I get dizzy
when the light collides
a flash of strobes is what I see
shards of light
keep blinding me
a disorientation
in my head
rational thoughts
begin to shred
floating empty
within in my brain
as my sanity
begins to drain
words get stuck
and fall from my mouth
and never actually make any sound
as for the ones
that stick in my throat
I swallow hard
and try not to choke
a fire burns hot
within my chest
and I feel like I cant catch my breath
the presure builds
and my lungs can't hold
they feel like they just might explode
the sweat gathers
within my palms
and I cant seem to find my calm
accross my brow the tiny beads
pile up and begin to sting
I cannot feel my feet at all
afraid to stand
for I might fall
a quiver quakes
accross my lips
a numbing strikes
my finger tips
weightless head
and blury eyes
a spasm strikes
within my mind
in my chest my racing heart
might just rip itself apart
I cannot focus
think
or see
I have lost control of me
as panic rips through my brain
I do all I can to sustain
and I spin
I look down
and spin again
with any motion at all
I feel like
I am going to fall
I roll my eyes
at what I find
I get dizzy
when the light collides
a flash of strobes is what I see
shards of light
keep blinding me
a disorientation
in my head
rational thoughts
begin to shred
floating empty
within in my brain
as my sanity
begins to drain
words get stuck
and fall from my mouth
and never actually make any sound
as for the ones
that stick in my throat
I swallow hard
and try not to choke
a fire burns hot
within my chest
and I feel like I cant catch my breath
the presure builds
and my lungs can't hold
they feel like they just might explode
the sweat gathers
within my palms
and I cant seem to find my calm
accross my brow the tiny beads
pile up and begin to sting
I cannot feel my feet at all
afraid to stand
for I might fall
a quiver quakes
accross my lips
a numbing strikes
my finger tips
weightless head
and blury eyes
a spasm strikes
within my mind
in my chest my racing heart
might just rip itself apart
I cannot focus
think
or see
I have lost control of me
as panic rips through my brain
I do all I can to sustain
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