When Panic Attacks
When panic attacks
It attacks with a vengeance.
Like a Medieval army it comes in waves.
It will take your breath away
Forcing you to gulp for air.
It will pump your heart
Like a triple shot of espresso.
It will blind your eyes
So you can’t see.
It will blur your mind
So you can’t think.
It will shake your hands
Like someone handed you a vibrator.
When panic attacks
It attacks with a vengeance.
It attacks quick.
It attacks with strength.
It leaves you shaken, breathless,
Blind and helpless.
So, keep your ears primed
For the sound of its approach
And don’t forget to breathe.
Roy W. Backes
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Roy W. Backes - Poetry 