Panic Attacks

In the quiet chamber of my anxious mind,

A tempest brews, a relentless kind.

Anxiety, a phantom, a specter unseen,

A silent storm, where fear convenes.

Like battery acid coursing through my veins,

Panic attacks surge, a torrent of pains.

The world, a haze, distorted and surreal,

In the grip of anxiety, emotions congeal.

A subtle hum escalates to a roaring tide,

In the caverns of panic, where demons hide.

It's like a storm within, thundering loud,

A symphony of chaos, anxiety-endowed.

The breath, a casualty, caught in the fray,

As acid whispers, a corrosive ballet.

Veins pulsate with the weight of the unrest,

Anxiety's grip, a relentless test.

In the bloodstream's current, a toxic dance,

Panic attacks, an unsettling trance.

It's as if battery acid courses through my core,

A corrosive cocktail, an internal uproar.

The world blurs, like a watercolor cascade,

In the panic's grip, a reality betrayed.

Each heartbeat reverberates with fear,

Anxiety's symphony, loud and clear.

A visceral burn, an internal scream,

As if in a nightmare, lost in a dream.

The acid, a metaphor for the emotional sting,

In the veins' circuitry, panic takes wing.

The body a battleground, the mind a field,

Anxiety's grip, an unyielding shield.

Veins pulsating with the acid's surge,

Panic's embrace, a relentless dirge.

Like battery acid in the veins' embrace,

Panic attacks, a tumultuous race.

The world, a blur in the acid's tide,

Anxiety's dance, nowhere to hide.

In the aftermath, a wearied soul,

Anxiety's imprint, an echoing toll.

Yet, in the shadows, a resilient light,

Hope whispers, pushing through the night.

For anxiety may course through the vein,

But strength emerges in facing the pain.

In the symphony of panic, resilience grows,

A reminder that through darkness, a new dawn glows.