he is filling up
breath by over-rapid breath
squeezes into a space
with no room left
for air
no room
in a waving crop
of terrors
reared on a fertile mental acreage
scarified
then sown
it seems odd
the acute awareness he has
of the weight of his chest
the tightness
he cannot think
but feels a prickling
at the corners of his eyes
calling him to drift away
to a moment of peace
in oblivion
like a distressed dog
mouth open
panting
hands on hips
in the aftermath
of a long distance run
that has gone
nowhere at all
the journey is internal
he longs for sleep
each breath
is tight
© Frank Prem, 2008
Frank Prem Poetry 
the tension and unease are so vivid, one can appreciate the sensations as if experiencing it while reading; powerfully written!
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Thanks Wildchild. I wrote this after a personal experience of such an event.
It was very vivid.
Cheers,
Frank
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well often our own personal experiences offer up the richness and wealth from which we can dip into as inspirations ….. sorry that you felt this intensity, it’s not particularly pleasant, but I hope that writing about it, at least has helped put it into perspective and released the “energies” and memories.
Have a wonderful day and week 🙂
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All good Wildchild. Experienced, passed, but captured in verse on the way.
Cheers,
Frank
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