Anxiety

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.
They just
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
Bout