Panic Attack

Blanket scribbles across the mind,

Changing thoughts to the vile kind,

That eat the confidence away,

Left to feel cold, alone and afraid.

Hands tremble and muscles ache,

Filled with fatigue they themselves make,

Fingers fly across the keyboard,

Typing more mistakes than they can afford.

Breaths come in shortened gasps,

Not filling the lungs with enough oxygen to last,

Coating the body in airless static,

As the eyes fill with empty black.

The world falls into blurring haze,

The mind a tremulous, tumultuous haze,

Spinning as the brain's thoughts pound,

And the body crashes to the ground.

And once again the haze falls away,

Replaced by clearer light of day,

Leaving one alone on the floor,

Broken, empty, cold and afraid.