p a

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

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

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

Daily Prompt: Panic

4 thoughts on “p a

      • 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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