Late Night Creations

Panic

I can't breathe again.

The familiar paralyzing fear is taking over me again,

Filling my lungs, my veins, my soul.
Panic.
I can't stop it.

My legs give up.

I fall to the unclean, uneven floor,

Fully conscious, but in my own terrifying reality.
Panic.
My body is shutting down.

Worried eyes peering over me,

Asking questions I can't make out.
Panic
Thousands of screaming voices filling my pounding head.

I can't hear.

The shapes merge, I start to tremble.

My own personal earthquake,

Taking place only in my solitude mind.
Panic.
I feel alone.