Heart is racing, pounding at the cage,
trying to escape its captivity behind solid bones.
Breath comes quick, sharply, unnatural, forced,
but there is no air, no relief, in my lungs.
Body shakes, mind quakes, trying to think
though the fog that encompasses my being.
Trapped behind closed doors, frightened terror
beseeches to be held down, to be controlled.
Can't make a sound, lost to the world,
reason failing, mindless flailing,
tears shred my face like ice, numbing
my soul to the pain--
but it is there, so very real.
The silent agony of the screams are lost
on the conscious mind, but present,
always there, always lusting for release.
My hands grip hold reality, all that's left,
weak as they are, as I try to command them.
Darkness threatens to overrule my sense,
and, merciless, it takes its dominion.
januarythirdtwothousandtwelve
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