''Portrait of a Panic Attack'' Rewrit (1st draft)

With mammoth fears I fret as Death comes near,
all too near! And in my ears, buried deep,
comes 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 so fantastic
and surreal that it's unlike any dream
I've e'er dreamt of!). With unavailing breath,
I wane, wane dreamily as though on a bier,
as though miles under earth buried beneath
am I,—as I fret in fears when Death comes near!
But I'm still here in fear (of these attacks),
for I'll 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?