Whispers of Panic

Whispers surround me, soft and low,
Rising anxiety begins to grow.
A current of fear, a wave of dread,
Overwhelming thoughts fill my head.

In shadows they linger, weaving their tale,
Stirring my heart, making me frail.
A tempest of worry, a storm in my chest,
In silence I struggle, longing for rest.

As whispers encircle, I yearn for the light,
To calm this distress and banish the night.
With hope as my anchor, I seek to find peace,
To quiet the voices, let my worries cease.