Panic

Panic in flashback situation.

Skin crawling,
pain consuming me.
I'm grabbing at my legs,
trying to take it away.
It moves to my stomach,
I hold it, waiting to feel
relief.
But, the pain is too much.

Relief does not come.

The overwhelming sense
of death is near,
it will never be gone.
My breaths are getting shorter,
death is creeping closer. 

I can feel the pain surrounding
me, threatening my existence.

I try to fight it, but the sweet
smell of death is near. Just

give in,
                  give in

to it,  become
numb
to the outside world.


You don't deserve relief,
loosen the grip on your
stomach, it will never go
away. 

You can't escape your future,
let the panic fill your mind.