#2 Pulsing Poem by Ezra Lawhn

I'm seeing the white spots again
I have headaches even more now
My head is racing
My heart is hammering and pulsing with fear
as the fear digs deeper and it's taking its roots
Never quite going away
Like a little belittling voice in the back of my mind
Never missing the beat or the pulse
As it attacks from all sides and slowly breaks me down
Mind and body seeming to fail all at once
Until the fear and the frightened pulse are all I have left inside
And it consumes me