Thoughts circle,
crowding and jostling.
Ideas fixate.
Brain vibrates,
writhes,
attempts to escape the onslaught –
Unsuccessfully.
Nests of snakes
unfurl in my stomach,
slithering.
Shoulders
knot
and
hunch
and
rise
ever higher.
Back
tenses and spasms.
Teeth
clench,
lock…
even crack.
Heart races
in place,
making no progress
other than using up
my allotted beats.
Breathing shallows,
speeds,
pants.
Eyes jink and jerk
never to settle and focus.
Nothing can focus.
Attention shatters.
Thoughts circle
and close in,
vultures sensing
the death of reason,
ready to gorge themselves
on wild unfettered emotion.
All else is
flooded.
Washed away.
Drowned
in
panic.
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The death of reason indeed. I have been feeling these things lately with all the weight of my family on me. hugs to you
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Thank you! It was not an easy thing to post, but sometimes explaining how you feel is worth the effort. Slicing and commenting tonight has been gradually soothing the panic. Best of luck to you with the family weight on your shoulders.
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This is absolutely fantastic. You capture the feelings so well. ” Vultures sensing/the death of reason,/
ready to gorge themselves/on wild unfettered emotion”. . .I love this line! I do hope you are feeling calmer. Panic attacks are no fun.
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Thank you. I am feeling a good deal better this morning.
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