Yo, Its Me

Breathing in, the air feels heavier in my lungs

I can’t see where this weight is coming from

A flutter in my chest becomes this pounding prisoner

Screaming and assaulting the cage around him

Willing the walls to break down and collapse

And it feels like they just might 

And then the icy waves come flooding in

An ocean that envelopes all of my skin

While this body is freezing and suffocating

We still don’t know what brought this storm to us

My ears are ringing, vision is fading

Blackness creeping in from all of my edges

The earth begins to drag me down

Pulling harder and harder with every passing moment

This storm has a name, and she is called Panic

And nothing can stop her destructive force

She steals my breath, and never tells me why

Pulls me to the ground and clouds my eyes

Sometimes I see her coming, sometimes she’s a surprise

But in her nauseating storms, I feel that I could die

So don’t tell me you know her name

Until she’s nearly choked out your life

-unplannedpoetry