Panic AttacksA Poem by Prudence DesideriaThey say think positive, and/or talk to the panic attach. Which sounded sorta creepy and new agy, so, hey, writing should work right?Ten deep breaths stomach up, chest down breath in, breath out
And hey, where'd those finger nails go anyways?
Ten deep breaths in through the nose out through the mouth
Thinking about all these things going round and I can't help wonder how it all comes back down every ticking second like it's draining away
The hands of time mocking what little there is
Ten deep breaths In out, In out Might as well be having a baby... In out, In out
There're so many things that mess with our heads daily little things, stupid little things
Like living or dying Motions of fighting Scrambling to exist Dying to fall into rythm
Heavy lidden eyes So wary from these thoughts Never a dull moment A heart beat slow and strong Ten deep breaths Stomach up, chest down Breath in, Breath out
I can't help feel a little jelaous Of the monotone ones, who've settled their sins and tragedies
It all sounds so new agey to me
Then again, we all slump and fall sometimes It. Really. Isn't. The. End. Of. MY. World. (cause the rest of it'll just keep on spinning)
© 2009 Prudence DesideriaAuthor's Note
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