Tick Tock

A poem explaining how it feels to have an anxiety attack.

Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Wound up like a clock.
Alarm is blaring
Make it stop.
Tension is in the air,
need to be elsewhere.
Energy needs to be released,
will someone help me please?
Not enough air...
doesn't anyone care?
Hands shaking like a leaf...
will someone give me relief?
Not enough room...
it sounds my doom.
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock