Panic

Eh, felt like writing.

And all of a sudden,

I'm being stabbed,

Right in the throat.

All of a sudden,

There's a weight,

A cinder block,

Right on my lungs.

All of a sudden,

The room drifts 

Away.

My ears

Pounding 

Pounding

Pounding.

My lungs

Choking

Choking

Choking.

In.

Out.

My heart,

Frantically

Ba-

Ba-

Ba-bumping

Against my 

Too-small ribs.

Shaking,

Sweating,

And I'm so

Cold 

And so scared.

And I'm 

Dying.

I'm sure of it.

I can't breathe,

I'm choking.

I'm 

Dying.

I hear,

From a distance,

Are you okay?

And I nod.

This isn't the first time

I've nearly died.

Author's Note

Just felt like writing this I guess. Not very good, kind of one of those ideas that bump around in my head all day, but once I get to actually writing, they just kind of fizzle into...Bleh. I dunno though. Kind of a different style that I'm used to maybe, I dunno. I really don't like the last three stanza things.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Wow!
This is so powerful!
Great wording and scanning love!
Panic is a great title for this one!
I know that feeling all too well, lungs always manage to breathe afterwards though, goodness knows how! lol
Wonderful work
xx