PanicA Poem by Frank F. Atanaciowhat it feels like to panicHer emotions would shift, tears would sift, she sat back, and let her mind drift, and it would be considered a panic attack, her thoughts pacing, her heart racing, the room felt smaller and smaller, as if the walls were closing in, the air around her was thin, then out of the darkness came a low voice, she had to escape, she had no choice, in her mind the ceiling was touching the floor, and the walls closed even more, she took a deep breath, and the panic slowly ebbed, thoughts would sway, reality would stay, she spoke just to hear her own voice, and force the images away. © 2010 Frank F. AtanacioReviews
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1 Review Added on December 29, 2010 Last Updated on December 29, 2010 AuthorFrank F. AtanacioShelton, CTAboutI'm a fun-loving person who loves sports, baseball, and football, and enjoy writing I love writing my Nick PT Barnum Mystery Novels... New One Out Now When The Kingdom Comes God Will Understand.. Che.. more..Writing
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