Flashing lights and warning signs popping up like ads,
A throbbing pain against my temple,
Stabbing in my chest as I attempt to catch my breath,
Gasping for air like there is a pillowcase around my head,
My heart beating like a drum at a heavy metal concert,
Trying to break through my rib cage as if trapped in a prison,
My body is overtaxed and my mind is failing,
I’m fighting a losing battle,
One that I’m afraid will cost my life,
There is nothing but silence around me but I feel like I’m in the midst of New York City on Christmas Eve.
I can’t speak so I just mouth the words,
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I applaud you for writing about this subject, PB!! Well done! I simply hope these don't affect you any longer or as much as they used to.......Christina
Luckily I haven’t had any in a long time. This is basically what I remember it feeling like. Definitely not a fun feeling. Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment, they’re always appreciated!
You are so welcome!
Good to hear they are no longer a part
And pray they never re-start.
Your poem though speaks volumes.
Posted my response to Christina8, on her posting.
Thank you for stopping by! Hope it won’t be the last 🙂
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