Poem -
My First Panic Attack
I sat tucked away underneath the empty closet shelves,
Like I was an old board game no longer in play.
I cried dry tears and craved your touch,
Desired attention that nobody had the possibility of giving me.
I scraped bare skin with disgusting, chewed-up nails,
And felt the uneasy pumping of my heart
Transform into an earthquake right inside of me.
I felt like a dark abyss with nothing promising to give,
A burden that wanted to bother just a little longer.
The heat that swarmed around and
Filled the hollow insides of my soul was not what was suffocating me,
It was my worrying mind that wouldn't take an obvious hint.
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Comments
Unfortunately, for so many of us, a "worrying mind" is invariably blind to so much that seems obvious from the outside.
This piece; with some quietly powerful imagery: perfectly conveys the claustrophobia and, very real, physical discomfort of that worrying mind.
Excellent!
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J ;)
Hi I know this feeling too well, and you capture it perfectly
brilliant poem, well done
Lorna
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Brilliant portrayal of the absolute helplessness of a panic attack. The ending lines are a near perfect description in poetic form
The panic attack in VERY creative poetic form....... you have a fine sense of rhythm and timing in your delivery dear poet sister!!.....ALL STARS!!..... well done..... and..... WELCOME to COSMO!!......LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo ?☀✴✳
An outpouring of emotion with effects of anxiety and stress described in detail produces a sensitive work of real weight.
You show wonderful touches to create poetry of depth and relevance.
Wishing you the very best in your endeavours.
Take care. :)