Panic Attack

Puffs of breath pump in and out my tired lungs,
faster, faster, and faster like the puffs of smoke
of a train speeding down the tracks.

Muscles tighten as my heart beats echoing in my head
harder, harder, and harder like the drums beating
for death at an execution.

Sounds are flushed away as the clocks ticks
slower, slower, and slower as the lights dim
like the sun setting over my crying body.

Tears stream down like a never ending river as I
break, break, and break apart for I need you,
and you alone as I can’t let go.