The walls are closing in
and the oceans just may be parting
only to surround the very small space
to engulf all of my being
The raging tides begin
and the perfect storm is just starting
in an attempt to drown in this wretched place
I have made my way across without seeing
The lightening strikes again
and the path to my lungs is hardening
my hands are worthless as they tremor and shake
I'm dying and you don't even believe me
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
The walls are closing in
and the oceans just may be parting
only to surround the very small space
to engulf all of my being
The raging tides begin
and the perfect storm is just starting
in an attempt to drown in this wretched place
I have made my way across without seeing
The lightening strikes again
and the path to my lungs is hardening
my hands are worthless as they tremor and shake
I'm dying and you don't even believe me
This poem was another written from a list of topics I provided to fans on my Facebook page. This current topic (panic attacks) was given to me by my friend and neighbor Jon Hicks. I've had panic attacks, and sometimes I still do. They are the worst feeling in the world, and I hoped I succeeded in expressing that.
(c) Maxwell 2014
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