It comes again

Its that unsettling air of anxiety

I cant control it

the pressure builds I begin to choke

the burning in my eyes begin

I cant control the tears

its that moment of panic that a person like me loathes

Then the thoughts come rushing in furious

the same as they do before you die

and i try to escape and i try to get away

but that piercing noise starts

its me, Im screaming but no one hears

and I clench my teeth and i hide

I close my eyes and i bury my face in my hands

and I listen to my haven,

that familiar beat that rhythm

and I sit like that and wait for myself to become numb

and then its ok for now

It wasn’t that bad, it never happened

Until it comes again