Panic attacks

My, my, my voice cracks, stutter as I try to speak
throat full a lump that wont go, swallow for air
is someone laying a wreathe? I've forgotten how to breathe
panic sweeps me off my feet, drops me out of reach somewhere

Room begins to spin, whirling it keeps turning
head feeling thin, like I'm just watching, outside looking in
light curses my senses, elevates the stresses
my body tightens and tenses, left to feel defenceless

Heart hits too many beats, or too few, cant remember
mind too flooded with thoughts of terror
chest pounds, a drill going through my ribs straight to the heart
this must be the end, or at least how it starts

Sweat drips as the temperature rises
feel compromised, like a criminal caught out on a lie
feel like the world is ending
is this how I die?

Panic as my knees go weak, feel the floor creak
tries to knock me down, force me to ground
it moves under me, like the crust is shifting to avoid my feet
to be trampled under the stumbling crowd

Can not sleep, see a kaleidoscope of judging eyes
every time I try to push them aside, new feelings are unleashed
like dogs out to hunt, I'm the prey they want, they feed, I'm the prize
tension builds to a peak, sleep, the only release, so far away from me

This wave of attack, an army on the march to hell and back
it hits you hard when you are feeling so low
but without knowing you break through it, just another panic attack
you start a new, a fresh day with challenges, joys and new chance to glow

Thanks for reading, peace and love.
Kyle