from a young anxious mind

a poem about my panic attacks and how they make me feel

Your heart pulses violently:
Spattering your chest into tiny fragments,
That scatter wth the weight of rocks,
That drop to the floor like a dying bird.

Suddenly you can't breathe,
You struggle for air knowing
Each breath you take is a strain,
On body, head, heart.

You are a feeler, an artist,
You feel it inside you,
Welling up until you know you'll die,
When your mind empties and your eyes clear.

"But it wasn't real."

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

i know the feeling... those moments are hard to pass, i loved how you explained those feelings.... it flows really well and makes the think and relate to it... by the way there is an 'i' missing in the word 'with' in the 3rd line.... full ratings dear poetess....

[Invisible Ink]

great title and last line, also "when the mind empties" those are my favorites.

as a fellow sufferer of panic attacks related to PTSD, I know the feeling, I also know how difficult it is to explain and put it into words.

great lines, great choice of words (spattering, weight of rocks, dying bird, a feeler, an artist)
suggestion - i think the second stanza could be stronger if you continue to show instead of tell...
show us when "suddenly you can't breathe" - what does it feel like?

again the last line is so powerful! BAM! it really hits me! great job!!!