Panic

art by Pegah Pasyar

sometimes, i feel it in my blood

curdling inbetween ripples

like drops of fate,

and whispers of futures

i can only just touch
dangling beyond the precipice
of consciousness

on the edge of my tongue

it begs to reveal secrets,

intuition, 

premonition,

doom.

painful ache of

a fragile heart,

or maybe just 

ghosts of pasts

hanging around like

unconscious reminders

of the inevitable.

anxiety? or threats

of something more sinister
increasing heartbeats
pounding amongst the drum
echoing around my head
like an itch you can't quite scratch
racing eyes,
searching for the escape
or the possibility of danger

eventual lethargy
slowed down mind
replaced by a dullness
exhaustion, passing time

until i can no longer recall
the reasons for panic,
anymore.

Author's Note

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