This here is a charming little story about what a panic attack feels like. Kudos to Emma Fox for suggesting a grand title.
I am little more
Than an animal
Curled up and sobbing
Sobbing on the floor.
I am little less
Than a human
Injured and howling
Howling at the mess
Of things that are not
Thoughts.
Of thoughts that are begot
Of things.
Sometimes the quiet is far
And the pain is now
The wounds won't scar
To numb the crowd.
Then instinct takes charge
And I froth and spit
At a world too large
With no place to sit.
No air, No lungs, No breath
Tis then, I am an Animal on Edge.
I am little more
Than an animal
Curled up and sobbing
Sobbing on the floor.
I am little less
Than a human
Injured and howling
Howling at the mess
Of things that are not
Thoughts.
Of thoughts that are begot
Of things.
Sometimes the quiet is far
And the pain is now
The wounds won't scar
To numb the crowd.
Then instinct takes charge
And I froth and spit
At a world too large
With no place to sit.
No air, No lungs, No breath
Tis then, I am an Animal on Edge.
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