My Panic

The Fear I am experiancing
Is vaste in nature and unrelenting in spirit
My hands are not my own
They begin to sweat and shake
My thoughts are soon racing
Becoming muddled and paniced
The great need of this fear
Was as if it had a mind
Of it's very own
A hunger in which
It yearned to quench
As it tried to claw it's way
From the middle of my chest
Spreading my ribs apart
In order to reach it's
Destination, the outside world
Shuddering through bouts
Of chilly sweat
And whispers of unheard pleas
The pain, the fear
Bid no heed to my aparent dispair
Only thinking selfishly of
Torture and malice
Wrapping, coiling deep
Within my belly
This is my pain
In which there is no ryhme or cure
It will always be there
Making me neither sane nor crazed
Welcome to my panic
For it is all that I have