Panic

Poem written in my youth. Funny how applicable it still is.

Your breath begins to gallop
Your heart thunders in your ear
You squeeze your eyes shut
You try to make it all disappear

Your thoughts spin, your mind races
You wander map-less through the streets
In the dark, you fumble for the guiding wall
You fight to surface so you can breathe

Helplessly, you watch time die
You desperately try to stop from falling
Air greets your clawing hands
You lose control, lost in nothing

You pray to whomever will listen
Pleading for this ordeal to be over
There is no redemption, no salvation
There is no one; you have no savior

Then a sudden calm consumes you
You hear the absence of your breath
Everything becomes an empty black
Except the crimson of your wrists.