A poem about panic attacks.
It starts with a little sadness.
Then a little fear.
The breaths get shorter.
The end feels near.
Shivers in the warm air.
Sweat in the cold.
A few of the new,
a longing for the old.
It starts with a little sadness.
Then a little fear.
The breaths get shorter.
The end feels near.
Shivers in the warm air.
Sweat in the cold.
A few of the new,
a longing for the old.