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