Poetry – Relapse into Panic

Knives
They dive deep into my gut
Rolling around like sickness
Devastating blow to my body

I fall to the ground
Can't get up
Floods of tingling waves
Too deep to Explain

Stabbing, fear, hurt, sickness
They are all I feel
Those I trust
They hurt so much

Adonai,
What escape do I have from this?
Where do I go from myself?
Where do I go to keep from this?

How do I even speak?
What is there to say when nobody understands?
What is there left when I can no longer express?
What hope is there for this weary soul?

Save me from this
I fear it will overwhelm
I fear it will overtake
Will goodness and joy ever return?

My bones fall weak
My flesh, it fails
I thought I was better than I was
Not again, in an instant I fall.

Published by Ryan

Christian Blogger, Scientist, and Practical Theologian

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