It’s there! On the horizon!
Can’t you see it’s silhouette?
It’s drawing closer, closer,
creeping in, slithering.
All teeth and claws
and heavy black pelt,
eyes filled with hate.
Too late now… it’s got me.
Blood trickles down,
it’s claws are digging into my back,
clinging on.
It’s singing,
howling noises and random words.
It’s swaying
bearing it’s weight down.
Horrible songs,
ghoulish songs,
cold and malicious.
It’s cutting open the skin
at the base of my neck
forcing it’s way inside me.
Can’t you see it?
It’s burrowing deeper,
biting my insides,
it’s teeth like needles
scratching at the back of my skull,
feeding.
It’s fur is matted with my blood.
it’s nesting inside me again
and it’s breeding.
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I.J. Keddie 
Calm down it’s only Christmas!!
LOL it’s not just christmas… it’s winter in general… plus i was very ill this time last year with with my panic disorder so it’s association.
Sorry I was not making light of this I was at a loss as what to say!! 😉 xx
it’s fine, no offence taken. x
I’ve felt this before. It. And I couldn’t breathe. To me this describes a panic attack that once plagued me.
between last nov-feb i suffered with panic attacks nearly everyday. been on antidepressants since march, it’s getting to that time of year again so it’s all my associations with last time creeping in.
I feel ya. Just hang in there. What made mine go away was getting off coffee, and yelling at my own mind “It’s not real, so shut the F up.” It eventually did. Haven’t had the attacks for ten years.
I don’t like horror but it is a good poem.
thank you very much. x
You are very welcome.
Wow… intense! I’m very familiar with It … anxiety/panic. I suffer from depression also … and, I’ll take the depression over the panic any day.
Winter is usually the worst for me — the short days, the cold. Winter hasn’t started yet, and I’m ready for spring!
Really great poem … and it describes anxiety/panic very well.
I’ve felt this too but you wrote it out in great descriptive details. Wow. Rushed past me like wind off a freight train.
Scary. Need a doze of sun to rid my head of that image and fear.
Definitely felt this way, great poem!