Standing alone in a crowded room.
Wishing to shed my skin to escape what feels like a tomb.
Heavy weight resides inside my chest.
Eyes looking down does not fix all of this overwhelming feeling.
As time slows to a crawl.
I silently beg for a call.
Distraction from my mind.
Get out clause in real time.
Before my heart bursts from my chest!
Taking breathes that do no good.
Distance maintained in hopes I might be able to slip away.
People shout my name to get me to stay.
Forced smile hides my terror as words are lost by my pounding pulse.
Funnel my panic into a pit.
Barter with my own mentality.
Determined to suffer through.
Just need to stay for a few.
Keep my expression even so no one will know,
My fear at being here.
It is more than a little severe.
Feels like water in my lungs.
Drowning while standing on dry land.
As my heart rate continues to climb.
War drum beating me into nothing!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 