Poem about a Panic Attack

[ContemplativeLady]

The mind can't decide where the body should go
So it twiddles the thumbs painfully slow
People pass through by the thousands each hour
A trigger is set, the subconscious devours
The most common of senses say their goodbyes
as the demon continues to spread its great lies
Irrational hysterics caused the infection
The infallible cure is His perfect affection
A glimpse of the truth makes the panic subside
leaves a smile on her face, wipes her eyelashes dry