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Headstall's Reflections - 54. Chapter 54 Anxiety

A journey through darkness.

Headstall’s Reflections

 

 

Chapter 54 Anxiety

 

 

You don’t see it coming

This insidious assault

A speed-driven lurch

Sends you reeling

And then it begins

Gripping your throat

With an iron fist

While it squeezes your traitorous heart

The advancement to terror is instant

When you find you can’t swallow

And air becomes a weakly-granted wish

Amidst the dizziness

Refusing to fill your lungs

You try to fight back

Against the pounding in your chest

But strength deserts you

As you ride a wave of death

For surely these are your last

Moments on Earth

Crescendo after crescendo

Carries you into darkness

Deeper and deeper, and deeper still

You can’t sit

Because you will die in your chair

So you move

In hope you can outrun the black specter

But it is fruitless

You are stuck in this state

Of unfathomable panic

Your heart in your throat

Playing an instrumental tune

You don’t recognize

It is your death march

You are dying

You make it down the stairs

And you wake your son

I need you to take me to…

I need….

The fear in his eyes

Will never be forgotten

 

 

 

 

Enlightened

 

I hope to keep trying

To give friends my best

Move past the rawness

And forget all the rest

 

Whether here or there

I’ll continue to write

But when push comes to shove

I have no more fight

 

Age plays its part

In how I am seen

It’s the way of the world

Soon another has-been

 

My work is my passion

But the fires do sputter

Spurned without care

My heart does its new flutter

 

 

I lean on those friends

As a limp along my path

Struggling to stay upright

As I face life’s cruel wrath

Thanks for reading.
Copyright © 2017 Headstall; All Rights Reserved.
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The content presented here is for informational or educational purposes only. These are just the authors' personal opinions and knowledge.
Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are based on the authors' lives and experiences and may be changed to protect personal information. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 

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Oh Gary--you nearly caused my own anxiety attack reading this--I'd put an exclamation mark here but you won't let me.  :P

There are some people who enter our lives that take permanent residence in our hearts and souls, and you've done that in mine...don't make me think of a time when you'll be only a cherished memory; I have those now, and am wishing for years and decades of more(!).

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On 6/17/2017 at 1:39 PM, Parker Owens said:

You scared me with Anxiety. That was written too well, from the inside out. Enlightened felt like the calm returning, even as you express fears and misgivings and the complaints of age. 

 

But you are not done, nor ever a has-been. You have way too much vitality for that, my brother. 

Thank you, Parker... your words help :hug: 

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On 6/17/2017 at 7:22 PM, Bucket1 said:

You had my heart racing while reading the first poem and I admit to a small tear when you saw the panic in your son's eyes 

 

As for the second poem, the power of the first just shows it is not true, as an author and more importantly as a friend, you still have much to offer. :hug:

I just love you, B... you are an awesome and kind friend :hug: 

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On 6/18/2017 at 4:15 AM, ColumbusGuy said:

:heart::heart::hug::kiss:

Oh Gary--you nearly caused my own anxiety attack reading this--I'd put an exclamation mark here but you won't let me.  :P

There are some people who enter our lives that take permanent residence in our hearts and souls, and you've done that in mine...don't make me think of a time when you'll be only a cherished memory; I have those now, and am wishing for years and decades of more(!).

Damn, you can make me emotional so easily... I love you, buddy xoxo :hug: 

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