It's new to me.
I had my first anxiety attack last winter.
Right after Christmas.
Too intense to put into words, but
I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
Tunnel, blurred vision, heart attack feelings, the whole 9.
Since then it's been a regular deal.
Always gotta keep a Xanax nearby.
They don't fix it, damn it.
For a time
(Shorter than I'd like)
Keep me from caring about it so much.
Writing is a better medicine.
It helps more than most, although
It's never enough, there's
Always more to write
Always more to set loose
Always some reason I'm
Edging on another