Dizzy, swirly, can't stay straight.
The help I seek will come too late.
Thoughts are all muddled in head.
I can't even tell what I have said.
Heart is thumping, head is aching,
labored breathing, body shaking.
Pull it together, you'll be okay.
Just gotta take it day by day.
Slow your breath and lay real still.
Those thoughts will only make you ill.
It's tough to know where to begin.
Just start simple. Breathe out, breathe in.
Lovely work, thank you for submitting it to the Weekly Review; I'm publishing it in today's issue.
This is wonderful!
Sounds somewhat like a panic attack. Very well described.
This poem is well worded. Excellent work
wow that great peom
Thank you! I just tried to do that though and it won't let me because I already contributed it to Featured. How can I move it to the Dead-End World Contest?
i like it!
Once again! Brilliant Job