Poetry For Everyday People
Three A.M. Attack
I wake to the sound
of my heart beating
fast, loud, I get up, walk
around the house, pace,
think, pace, think,
I take a deep breath
hold it in eight seconds
let it out slow, repeat,
repeat, stress pilled up,
money, aging parents,
hidden emotions,
this deal, that deal, wire
here, wire there, staying positive,
trying, don't know any other way,
I take a deep breath my arms up in
the air, hold it for eight seconds,
breath out slow, arms down slow,
pace, think, pace, think,
just a panic attack kid,
you know the deal, you got it beat now,
this one was a rough one but even the
rough ones you can handle,
four a.m. now and I feel
better, I've thought about every
possible disaster, every bad
memory, every bill, what the next
twenty moves will be, pace, think,
pace, think, breath deep, start writing
about it in my head, writing a cure
for a panic attack, I now know the formula,
it's bottled up stress, pain, little nothings
that add up to something, internal, emotional,
psychological,
fighting the internal war at three a.m.,
playing the human role, the bottled up
fears that only our insides seem to truly
understand, making a deal with my soul,
my mind, I tell myself:
get it together baby,
tomorrow is a chance,
tomorrow is a beautiful chance.
and I go back to bed
heart relaxed, mind
at ease, the war over,
for now.
of my heart beating
fast, loud, I get up, walk
around the house, pace,
think, pace, think,
I take a deep breath
hold it in eight seconds
let it out slow, repeat,
repeat, stress pilled up,
money, aging parents,
hidden emotions,
this deal, that deal, wire
here, wire there, staying positive,
trying, don't know any other way,
I take a deep breath my arms up in
the air, hold it for eight seconds,
breath out slow, arms down slow,
pace, think, pace, think,
just a panic attack kid,
you know the deal, you got it beat now,
this one was a rough one but even the
rough ones you can handle,
four a.m. now and I feel
better, I've thought about every
possible disaster, every bad
memory, every bill, what the next
twenty moves will be, pace, think,
pace, think, breath deep, start writing
about it in my head, writing a cure
for a panic attack, I now know the formula,
it's bottled up stress, pain, little nothings
that add up to something, internal, emotional,
psychological,
fighting the internal war at three a.m.,
playing the human role, the bottled up
fears that only our insides seem to truly
understand, making a deal with my soul,
my mind, I tell myself:
get it together baby,
tomorrow is a chance,
tomorrow is a beautiful chance.
and I go back to bed
heart relaxed, mind
at ease, the war over,
for now.
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Three A.M. Attack
Three A.M. Attack