#attack poems on Hello Poetry

Lottie White May 2017

panique

my tongue swells up and closes my
throat,
thick and black
as a bottomless pit
yawns into
existence,
burrowing deep
into my stomach
like a hook.

ghostly fingers traverse the
knobs of my spine,
fingers flicking
at the spokes like a
skilled pianist,
basking
in the sound of my
mounting panic.

#mental #illness #panic #attack #anxiety #freeverse

Rae May 2017

What's Your Medium?

Watercolor was
a panic attack
modern art was
coming out of my mouth
flowing
spreading through the air
in finger-like tendrils
reaching out
to those who have never lived

what do you believe? what do i believe?

#art #painting #medium #panic #attack #life #living #sadness #dark #tendrils

Donielle Apr 2017

Creature

Those familiar grumbles
come from somewhere
in a dark corner or my mind.
They come sneaking around
without more of a warning
than a soft cackle.
The laughter
grinds my bones
as if I'm searching
for gears in the car.
The creatures
have been hunting me,
taunting me,
haunting me for years.
They come for me at night,
when I'm most alone.
They know
I cannot be saved then,
they'll have their way with me,
chewing on me,
never to swallow me whole
but just enough
to leave me sore
with the rise of the sun.
I've grown to expect them,
embrace their presence,
because unlike those
who are with me
in the daytime,
the demons
will always be here.

#dark #demons #night #attack #creepy #creatures #haunt

MARK RIORDAN Apr 2017

CHEMICAL WEAPONS

THE SYRIAN REBELS HAVE
USED A CHEMICAL ATTACK
CIVILIAN WOMEN AND CHILDREN
WERE UNDER THE RACK

A CHEMICAL WEAPON WAS
USED ON THE INNOCENT CHILDREN
THE BRUTAL REALITY OF THE CIVIL WAR
MAY NEVER REACH A CONCLUSION

A PLACE OF HEALING AND AN AIRSTRIKE
WAS LAUNCHED ON A HOSPITAL
WHAT AN ATROCITY AND DISGRACE
HOW COULD THIS BE POSSIBLE

A NERVE AGENT ATTACK BY
THE SYRIAN GOVERNMENT
THE WORLD IS DISCUSSED

THE U.N. THE WORLD LEADERS
SHOULD STOP THIS ATROCITY
RETALIATION IS A MUST

THE CHEMICAL WEAPONS ATTACK IN SYRIA IS AN ABOMINATION IT HAS GONE TO FAR.

#attack #chemical #weapon #syrian

Jordan Dean Ezekude Mar 2017

Where Are You, My Shepherd (23rd of March)

Beware of falsehoods
That's what the cards told me
Now the curtain is rising
And it's not pretty to see

The bridges are long gone
But the evil still breeds
What's going to happen to us and me?

Where is our Shepherd
When we need him dear?
Isn't there much more to life
Than just blood and tears?

A hot steel rhino
Drowns a city in its screams
What's going to happen to them and me?

The accursed notebook
Earns its stars and stripes
The eagle is grounded
While the magpies take flight

A young grim reaper
Brings his scythe to a sheen
What's going to happen to him and me?

Here lies Jonny Boy
And his fall from grace
All his strings are breaking
And he realizes too late

Forgive me Claudine
For the bitterness I keep
What's going to happen to you and me?

Brains are frying
And hearts are spilled
The more we hurt now
The longer it takes to heal

Have I still a long way
Before I lay down and sleep?
What's going to happen to all and me?

Where are you now, dear Shepherd?
Can you hear me?
Can we save ourselves?

In response to today's bad news including the devastating Westminster Bridge Assault. I've been at my wit's end with everything that's happened in just one day...

Woe for England and the world indeed!

#depression #anxiety #america #attack #condolences #england #downfall #europe #badnews #deathnote

Cheyenne Mar 2017

When I Slip

I can't explain what it's about
I'm scared to death irrationally
But reason will not rescue me
There's no fighting this anxiety
I just need to wait it out

#anxiety #attack #relapse #slip

Kate Willis Feb 2017

Attack

Do you
see
me?

Sitting alone
in
the
dark.

My breath
hitched
and
frozen.

Throat closed
unable
to
breathe.

Eyes quivering
against
rabid
thoughts.

Hands shaking
from
irrational
beliefs.

Muscles tight
fearful
of
death.

Eyebrows furrowed
from
incomprehensible
mumblings.

Nightmares exposed.

Do you
see
me?

#depression #illness #anxiety #scared #mental #panic #attack #disease

freeing the mind Jan 2017

The last attack

Lost,
In a mind which apparently is my own,
Thoughts,
Racing at an unimaginable speed,
Fear,
Of myself and my own surroundings,
Sleep,
A non-existent part of the day,
Body,
Trembling like the finest strings on a guitar,
Breathing,
Like a fish washed upon the shore gasping for some air,
Calmness,
A far-fetched feeling currently not in reach

something small and quick written during my last anxiety attack

#poetry #short #anxiety #mind #soul #body #attack #simple #recovery #mentalhealth