I'm lying down awake in bed,
Safe and sound,
But what is this,
This feeling of fear? What is there to be afraid of? This feeling of panic
that runs up and down my body originating from my head or my heart? Should
I be frightened? Is this what it feels like to die? Scared, short of breath
, dizzy. It sure does feel like it. What is coming to get me? The angel of
death? Or a monster? I'm scared. Oh God, If you are really listening, end
this panicking that has been cursed on me! My soul feels like it's dying.
I'm fading. I'm scared.
Panic by Irish Bud
Poetry » Life Rated: K, English, Words: 111, Favs: 1, Published: 7/1/2003