Anxiety Attacks
There’s an itch
that I keep scratching,
and while my arms bleed in nail prints,
the feeling of something crawling
just won’t go away.
And there’s a rock,
a dense grey rock,
that pushes down on my chest,
or is it my lungs?
…..Which one……..?
All I know is that there’s not enough air.
The oxygen seems to be moving away.
I realize that I cannot breathe,
but the rock doesn’t move away.
And all motion seems shaky,
trembling hands that keep moving.
Quivering and wavering,
they won’t hold still.
There’s a hazy wall obscuring my vision.
A watered fog of tears that keep coming.
The eyes keep on raining.
Somewhere behind them,
the clouds keep on forming.
And it’s quiet,
so quiet…..
Broken only by that loud scream.
Something inside me is writhing in pain.
And it keeps on screaming and wailing and calling
and it doesn’t stop.
It doesn’t stop,
and I want it to
so badly……
……..but that’s just my anxiety.
