Dancing With the Devil
My heart is beating…
That’s all I hear.
Getting faster and faster,
Head pounding with every second that goes by.
Constant nausea; plagued by fear.
Tightness in my chest,
Suffocating: I can’t breathe.
I need to get out of here,
I need to breathe.
Sweating cold bullets of fear,
I wonder why I’m panicking.
All I can think of; how did this happen?
Why me? Why my kids? Why my dogs?
Why? Why? Why?
It’s as if someone took my sanity,
Making me go blind.
Worries controlling my thoughts,
I cling to the insecurities that threaten to devour me.
My brain: moving a mile a minute,
Racing my thoughts to the finish line.
And suddenly the panic sets in…!
All my body’s strength ebbing away.
I have to sit so that I don’t fall.
My legs suddenly unable,
To support my body weight.
And then I’m staring, praying desperately,
Everything is too tight, too close, too much.
As I sink to the ground the tears come pouring down.
Alone. Helpless. Trapped.
I feel I’m dancing with the devil,
His nail moving down my spine;
Spreading his poison