Sweating and trembling, I cower in the corner,

A child of chaos with panic’s disorder.

Head pounding with drums in a rhythm unkind,

Breath comes in gasps like I’m drowning in my mind.

My skin is all clammy, my face ghostly pale,

Each heartbeat a hammer, with each thought I just flail.

What just occurred, I really don’t know,

It exploded from a glimmer, a frightening light show.

It started with sounds, not quite of this place,

Then shapes that flickered and fractured in space,

The room closed around me, the floor seemed to shift,

And time, like a curtain, began to uplift.

Eyes dart for anchors but none seem to hold,

The air feels like static, the cacophony cold,

I’m engulfed by a siren, too loud to ignore,

As I spiral down within me, not sure anymore.

No threat I can name, no foe I can see,

Yet my body declares there is a danger near me,

Just signals misfiring, a war in my brain,

But it floods every nerve like torrential acid rain.

So I crouch here and tremble, letting the storm take its course,

Fighting spectres with breathing, though I know it gets worse.

And yet in the wreckage, some hope still remains,

This moment will pass, and no one has seen, so therefore no shame.