With every passing second,
it grows inside like a tumor.
Chest beats rapidly as thoughts
race round with possibilities.
They build a wall impenetrable,
trapped in darkness.
Darkness comes with demons,
who take the form, of
those thoughts dreaded.
Chest beats faster, and
breaths get shorter.
Gripping on reality,
Stay composed,
and take a step.
To the outside world.


© J.L.D