poet Midnight Writer

Midnight Writer

Panic Attack

Pressure building in my head, moving down to my heart and stomach as I crash onto my bed.
I'm panicking feeling like I'm almost dead. The doctors tell me it's in my head and because I haven't gotten fed.

What's going on with me. I let all the pressures get to me. The anxieties all creep up on me.
So let me free fall away from everything, letting go, I need to be free.

I'm a grown man, but I'm cowering on the floor. These dark shadows playing games with my mind.
I'm rushing to the hospital, but they are telling me everything is fine. Pop some pills I think they are called Lorazepam, and my body is already their biggest fan.

Nerves relaxing now, heart is slowing, mind is focusing, I can breathe again.
It's my first big panic attack, didn't know the power these had, hope I can check it before it begins again.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 13, 2010

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  • Midnight Writer (5/20/2010 11:20:00 AM)

    Thanks, Michael. People who suffer with depression can visit my site at www.imsadthat.com

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  • Michael EdmondsonMichael Edmondson (5/13/2010 10:54:00 AM)

    You grabbed my attention! Up until a dozen years ago my panic attacks were quick and mild, then there were the month/week long attacks... I then understood death as an option...
    Anyway, did I mention I like how you put this one together.

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