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[aid] => mick
[title] => Panic Attack
[time] => 2010-04-11 19:51:52
[hometext] => A cathartic exercise as I try to portray what happens during a panic attack.
[bodytext] => Panic Attack It starts with an overwhelming sense of unease Thoughts start to swirl in your head like a whirlwind Then you find it difficult to breathe As your chest feels constricted as though it was pinned. Pinned down with a weight which tightens its grip And your sense of control slowly starts to slip. You try and focus on one single thought But try as you may in a maelstrom they’re caught. Around and around in your head they just spin So eventually you let them, you have to give in. Sweat, cold not hot breaks out on your brow Moves over your body like a wave of pure fear. Your muscles are compressed tightened and clenched As too are your hands which are shaking and drenched From sweat which now drains from all of your pores You think that its raining but realise it’s yours. The shaking continues and you rock back and forth You will it to stop but control is no longer yours It feels like you’re caught in a tightening vice You struggle for breath and your body’s like ice. The worst part is when the worst of your fears Takes hold of your spine and twists and constricts Until your face is covered in your tears. Just when you think you can no longer go on It stops and you let go all of your fears. Your muscles all ache from when they were clenched And your clothes and your body are totally drenched From sweat and the tears which roll down your face, You thank God now for this moment of grace. Who knows when it happens but happen it will Because I’m depressed and know that I’m ill. With help and with counsel it has become better But I wait for the next one, I’m waiting still. Alistair Muir 12/04/2010 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 75 [informant] => aliopterix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 18 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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