A poem about my experiences with my first anxiety attack and how the aftermath felt and the surreal effect that it had on me.
Dread
That bile rising in your stomach
Not fear
Dread
The thing that makes you not go still
but merely go through the motions
one by one
God I feel like throwing up!
A thousand foot soldiers running on my chest
My head feels like a powder keg about to explode!
Breathe
Relief
like a wave i feel
cleansed
As i sit down to have dinner
