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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Emotional · #1421317
panic, is an physical affliction....one who's cause is unknown to me
My heart aches
My pulse beats frantically
My stomach twists itself into knots,
My throat half closes.
My breath comes in ragged gasps

I'm Panicking

Tears randomly threaten to burst from their heavy lidded dams,
Just waiting to cascade down these bespeckled cheeks,

I sigh, and my throat chokes again
Why is there this cloud, casting a shadow over my heart, my thoughts, and my life?

There is a great big gaping black hole where my heart should be
It's draining me
I'm losing me
To nothing
And everything
And everyone

There's always been something missing
Why can't I bring it back?
What is this thing destroying me?
From the midst of that deepest black?

Have I been bitten by the black dog?
Man's surly companion?
The hunter of the lonely?
Does the wound fester?
Do I grow ill?
Everything is seen as if in a haze,
Because past the deepest black of the depths of what should be a heart
I feel nothing.
I see nothing that would make me feel
I hear nothing that could make me see
And through the deadening of my senses
I lose all sense of me

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