Woke up, saw a face.
Looking down, on the bed.
Looking through, my eyes.
My soul, and my sight.
My blood, pumped up.
My heart started to weep.
My brain, needed more oxygen.
To get me out of this heap.
How did this happen,
Where was I lost.
Why couldn’t I figure out,
What happened after the dark?
Getting out of the covers,
Took like 10 freaking hours.
As I looked at the date,
And went off to mars.
I had to do it quick,
My life was on the line.
One wrong step,
And I’d weep so much that I die.
Fortunately for me,
My saviour had come.
Panic was telling me,
Take a deep breath and began.
******* monkey,
You ruined so much of my time,
But the real monster was here,
A beast in disguise.
I began, with a breath.
And a big glass of coke.
It told me to be calm,
And remain for the toast.
It showed me what I needed,
It showed me a way.
But first it told me,
To remain calm is the way.
I worked for hours,
And the days to come.
Took deep breaths,
And played games in the dim.
All was not lost,
I still had my sight.
Thank you panic,
Showing me a way, from my might.
This is a poem on Panic and how it's not really the bad thing. On how it can be viewed from another direction.