Anxiety Attack
It reaches up
From the bowels of hell
Traveling from toes
To the ends of hair.
Strangling the fibers
Of my being.
Holding tight
I try to breathe!
Within the fetal position
Arms crossed about my chest
Watching flashes of images
Fly across the wall then
Crawl upon my skin
Into my ears
Between my toes
Throughout my hair!
I beg for sleep
For me to be released
From this sleepless hold
Upon my soul!
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