Panic Attack Poem by Ann Thrope

Panic Attack



It's that
hurts to breathe
heart hurts with every beat
chest heaving
panic attack
typing feeling.
thoughts race,
faces blur,
everything goes black
before i fall to the floor.

It's a
can't shake it
ready to break it
bad habit
only sponsored
by the depths of Hell
kind of thing.

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