Slowly Drowning

The Anxiety Attack Is Back

It's a new day, everything's going alright,
The sun maybe high and shining bright,
It's beautiful, everything in sight,
Your life seems to be going fine, or maybe not quite.

It could be pressure, a stressful situation,anything threatening,
It just strikes, like a white streak of lightening.

And suddenly out of nowhere, something goes wrong,
And suddenly you become weak, no more you're strong.

It starts from deep within your gut,
And this feeling starts slowly creeping up.
You've felt it before, you know what this is,
Helpless, silently, down you sit.
You won't be able to balance, or keep steady,
So you collapse or sit, for this feeling you weren't ready.
You don't want to attract anyone's attention,
Not wanting people near,silence is your only prevention.
It's slowly rising, tingling up your spine,
You're trying to calm yourself, convinced it will be fine.
Your eyelids shut, tears well up in your eye,
You're blinking fast, trying not to cry.
The feeling has started to spread, you start to feel sick,
You need it to stop, stop real quick.
But you'll just have to wait for it to pass,
You have to bear it, through and through,it won't go fast.
Now your breaths quicken, they turn to gasps,
You need to shake off this feeling, give yourself some slaps.
Breathe in and out, breathe in and out,
Your breathing pace picks speed, you gulp air from your mouth.
You breathe this shallow and fast,
Because you can't get enough of oxygen, in the breath you took last.
Your spinning head starts to pound,
You hold it in your two hands, try not to make a sound.
And then your mind goes blank,
You can't remember what you were doing just to be frank.
You lose track, you just can't focus, no control,
This feeling comes down heavy on you, it takes its toll.
Your cheeks lose color, they start to look pale,
If you were writing a test when this feeling creeped in, you're most likely to fail.
You see black spots in front of your eyes,
The giddy feeling starts to rise.
Your heart starts to hammer,
If you'd speak now, you'd probably stammer.
There's a knot in your throat,
Your voice is a croak.
You feel so dreadful, you feel so useless,
You feel nothing will go right, you feel like a mess.
And this feeling spreads over your chest,
Numbness takes over, you need some rest.
Sweaty palms,
Shaky arms.
Adrenaline rush,
An uncertainty touch.

1,2,3 you think it'll go on,
3,2,1 it's gone as fast as it had come.

When pandemonium strikes again,
When chaos breaks through your brain,
When fear settles down, like sheets of rain,
It doesn't evaporate, it doesn't drain.

And it's a dreadful thing that makes you crack,
Oh boy! It's the wrath of the Anxiety Attack.

- Aastha Mehta