(This may not qualify as poetry. I admit it. It is just something that happened to me today. Dropping words in this manner can explain a feeling)
Sitting in my secure place at home
Battered by waves of terror
It should be safe here, right?
But it isn’t.
Concussive waves of fear batter me
I rock in my desk chair
I want to put my hands to my head to stop the waves of fear
(But it won’t do any good will it?
Unless you put your hands INSIDE your head).
I was driving to work and the road lost all reality
I tried to turn around and
Got lost in my mind
Trying to find the road back
But here I am
Trying to keep out the waves of fear
With my hands
Inside my head,
Trying to cover the holes in my head
Keep the fear
The terror from entering this head room.