Portrait of a Panic Attack

With macabre-like fear, I fret as Death glides near,
all too near! And in my ears, buried deep,
ticks a ghostly tick-tock—it's all I hear
(so deep, deep in my ears I cannot sleep)!

I'm manic; and with every breath I panic
and hyperventilate, as my lungs scream
for air—as from a nightmare truly horrific,
a dream unlike any phantasmic dream

I've ever dreamt of! With unavailing breath,
I wane—wane morbidly as though on death's bier,
embalmed for entombment in a grave beneath
(as I agonize, because the end feels so near).

In paralyzing fear of these panic attacks,
I'll soon die in their death throes and climax!?

Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-01-30 at 04:03

Tags Bipolar  Mania  Paroxysm 

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Eric Fronczak
fear is a weapon sometimes we use on ourselves. very well written I hope getting it out gave you some peace

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
The death spiral of a panic attack is awful to feel or watch. You’ve described it well.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I wonder, is there therapeutic value in writing about it?