Panic

It always starts out as a great day

Until the panic sets in.

I can't stop it; I can't see it coming

And it hits me like a tidal wave

Of emotion, and fright.
I have nothing to be afraid of

I know that much, but

It's not up to me to decide what to feel

I've been taken over

By this horrid beast

That feeds on this terror I am forced to face

Day after day, without rest.

Reviews

[bobby]

I feel you but as I read this poem I know you are still not telling me what it is your feeling. There is no flesh to your words...give it to me be honest...let it rip. Just saying