The Unknown Poem by Steven Rowe

My stomach churns,
My heart begins to pitter-patt,
My throat swells, leaving me gasping for air...
Then,

My mind begins to worry.

But why?
Why is my body doing this to me?
Am I going to be okay?

Nothing is wrong …
All is peachy …
But there must be something wrong …
I wish I knew.

I think:
Slow, deep breaths.
Only propagating the agony.
It's like looking into the dark abyss knowing something is out there ready to strike.

More vulnerable than ever before.
Fear of nothing won the battle
But the war wages on …
A war never to be won.