Don't tell me not to panic
I've told myself a thousand times to take a deep breath
A million heartbeats in the darkness of a blink,
With impossible thoughts wrapped around my windpipe.
Don't tell me not to panic
By the time you see my tap tap tapping fingers,
the shredded remnants of my composure scatter
into the hurricane of thoughts yelling I've lost.
Don't tell me not to panic
I dread the emptiness that unfurls as the fear fades.
Drained, drawn further in, I curl within myself,
a nautilus of silence, waiting for the next cacophony.
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I can't sleep, so I tried to explain what a panic attack felt like.
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