I wrote this poem to describe what it's like to have a panic attack. Panic comes with no known origin, it just sweeps through me and leaves me flushed and wind swept, like the leaves after a gust whips by. Unsettled, slowly floating towards the ground, waiting for the whirl wind to return and turn it upside down once again.

My heart thumps wildly in my chest

My lungs are crushed by this overwhelming feeling

that has manifested like the wind,

that blows the leaves off the trees and then suddenly disappears

leaving Destruction in its wake, uncaring

It leaves me panting for breath

with a dull ache in my chest

that is sure to return.

And so I am left to the whim of the wind,

Never knowing

Always waiting