Anxiety Attacks


The wind, howling outside
Curled up, alone, in my bed
I stare at the ceiling, the walls
I hear movement in the halls

Sitting here, so still
Moving is no option
It's happening again
Coming to take my heaven

The darkness, moving in
Lights burning out as it gets closer
My heart starts racing now
Panic building up, can't stop it, how

I have to let it come
I have to let it in
I have to let it out
Letting go, I am, pouring out the spout

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