Poem about Fear

Sweaty back.
Heart attack?
Why can’t I breathe?
I wish I could leave.
Panic rains down.
My pants have turned brown.
I need a big drink.
I can’t even think.
Shaking hands.
Hyperactive glands.
A twitching arse.
When will it pass?
Why am I scared?
I came here prepared.
But now I feel nude
My senses are screwed.

RC 27-3-12