Panic Attack
Heaviness....
Scaly with
Sharpened tentacles
hold of my being...
Hot breath
breathing down my neck....
Anguished pain
tormenting me...
Helpless...
Unable to move,
I await death
and all of it's darkness...
Somewhere ahead
a light shines.
Although faint at first...
It is a small glimmer of hope.
Still I sit....
helpless ,
unable to move....
unable to speak,
I am swollen with fear
of what lies ahead.
Who will help me?
Where will I go?
How shall I live?
Unable to cry out,
I still sit motionless....
allowing fear to envelope me.
tlh2006 (c)
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