by Anton Wills-Eve
<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/write-here-write-now/”>Write Here, Write Now</a>
I think I managed the prompt .
I can feel a phobic panic attack about to start,
And expecting it is the most frightening part.
I cannot escape as it relentlessly draws near,
Apprehension is far worse than the final fear.
By then helpless terror has me in its grasp,
Choking I cannot shout, or breathe or gasp.
I am at the mercy of all I irrationally dread;
“Oh. God please take me. Would I were dead!”
I cannot move, screwed to where I stand
Unable to seek help with voice or hand.
Instinctively I fight, faint, fall, and sweat,
I Suffer awful mental pain, and yet…
Now, when it is over, and once again I’m sane,
And have restored my control of limbs and brain,
I try hard to relax, but remain totally quite numb
Mind and body awaiting the next attack to come!