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Mast on a Boat Deck

Photo by Natalie Sparnon

The rise of panic is seeping through my veins 

awoken with a start that I just can't contain 

 

Face is burning hot, I'm unsettled, on edge 

My mind remembering days from my past the memories I dredge 

 

I know I'm safe but the feeling is real 

I'm so done with how this constantly feels 

 

Why can't this feeling leave me alone 

I am sick of this dread contained in my heart like a hefty stone 

 

I pace because I can't keep still 

I can't sleep my thoughts as loud as a pneumatic drill 

 

I want to rest, I want my mind to be calm 

My mind won’t ease it's like a ticking time bomb 

 

The electricity pricking at the back of my neck  

My hairs stand on end like a mast on a boat deck 

 

The windows open letting in the cold air 

Into my minds abyss I do stare 

 

I know it'll be over and leave me drained  

But right now its consuming me unexplained 

 

It's exhausting this dark extension of my life 

I know this trouble in my mind is rife 

 

Please make it stop 

 

 10/03/18 Natalie Sparnon

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