An Ode to Just Generally Freaking Out

Not enough air.
I hold my breath
just so
I won’t run out.

(It tastes stale
trapped in my throat)

I can see things:
blurry things,
white things,
spinning things.

(oh, won’t the spinning
just stop?)

My brain
runs a marathon

step
by
step

pounding
on
the
cement
floor

(oh my god,
I can’t see,
can’t breathe,
can’t think!)

(one more breath,
just a little one….)

Telling yourself
e v e r y t h i n g
is gonna be
alright
(?)

But is it?
is it?

And round and round
we go again.

Breathe.
Don’t breathe.

(How am I going to do this?)