So...I had a panic attack.(Poem Inside)

[Wessik]

I am beginning to feel a bit calmer, now. I wrote this poem through the duration of the attack:

Life, Supported

I fear Fear the most, that nameless dread,
dread of signs that say I'll soon be dead.
Afraid I'll only see just night, instead,
I try to drive these bees outside my head.
Their stings just swell my legs to lead.
But worse, the doctors say I must be bled--
The Light; The Light! Where has it fled?

 

[Reron]

I like your writing Have you got more?

 

[Wessik]

Sure! I'll post another. Thank you Reron.