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Panic attacks the nerves, tightens the chest,
acid bile rises into back of throat,
respiration comes in shortened bursts;
atrophied muscles are frozen taut--
like rubber bands stretched to limit,
yielding not even to tender touch;
zombie eyes stare into space …
even as I pretend everything is fine, I am
dying slowly in the confines of my own ‘prison.’
© Ginny Brannan 2011
..i have days like this.. dying slowly in the confines of my prison.. a fatal spasm.
ReplyDelete~Kelvin
You so captured the meaning of the word.brilliant acrostic..kudos
ReplyDeleteWow. This is really intense.
ReplyDeleteWe do manage to imprision oursevles, don't we, Ginny? I'm kind of in a slump but this poem suggests an acrostic could be the way out. It's a fun form and this is well-executed. Thanks. Victoria
ReplyDeleteYou describe so clearly the experience of panic attacks. I suffer from them also. Again,poetry is the best therapy. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteoh yes, been there. Paralyzed is the right word too.. Vivid & intense write. I haven't seen many acrostics, an interesting use of the form. Thank you.
ReplyDeletei feel this...had a panic attack in college...changed my life really for the better in its aftermath...but you capture the feel of it well...
ReplyDeletegreat imagery in this well penned acrostic. You have really captured the essence of a panic attack.
ReplyDeleteBravo Ginny.
This is intense...you capture it well!
ReplyDeleteLoved this - i never felt like it was forced which can so often happen with this type of poetry. Great writing - and loved the image with it. :)
ReplyDeleteVery imaginative.... this poem is not prisoner to the form at all, (if I may borrow the concept...) very well done.....
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