Panic

Panic is an awesome foe,
It disguises itself as The Crow.
…as if you didn’t know.

Today it’s partnered up with Pain
To get the best out of my brain.
Once he’s in, he won’t let go, so just sit back and enjoy the show.

At first there’s not much here to see, 
just plain old boring me.
A small and gentle twitch, 
Not much really, just a hitch.

Then the prickles start, 
 And I begin to doubt my heart.
‘Full arrest with no re-start?’

No, just relax, until it’s fine!
But what if that’s not enough this time?
This is it, I could be dead, 
Along with everything in my head.
That would be an awful shame,
And we all know who is to blame!

A last attempt to control my breath,
If it fails, then certain death.
Strangely though I’m still here
And my eyes begin to clear.
Legs relax, shoulders drop,
I might just avoid the flop!
Yew, I’m coming back, back on top.

Feeling heavy 
I slouch for a chair
Sitting down gasping for air.
Those around don’t really care,
They often don’t even stop and stare.

All feels heavy I need to wee
And once I have you will see
An amazing recovery.
You see the fear and all the dread
Really is inside my head.