Sunday, April 9, 2017

No Room for Panic - PAD Day 8




No Room for Panic

She sees his unease,
a disquietude rising,
sneaking, creeping in,
the twitch, tremble,
tremor of unsteady hands,
the wobbly, doddering gait.
He’s having another attack.
Consternation’s kicking up,
slipping into agitation. Soon,
there’ll be no reasoning with him
as all sense is lost to sensation.
Surely, something must be
Wrong.
He’s certain he’s dying,
a stroke, a heart attack –
take his temp, listen
to his pounding heart,
check his BP –
something real
something deadly, but
there’s no source to cite,
no trigger to fault,
no rhyme or reason
and nowhere to run.
When pressed for wherefores
he can’t tell you why and
(no matter what you say)
you can’t convince him
why not.

PSC / 2017-Apr
 

 My offering for Day 8 of Robert Lee Brewer's Poem-a-Day (PAD).
Assignment: a panic poem

 


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