dry mouth
sweaty palms
itchy scalp
silence is silently drowning in the silence of the room
Too quiet to be quiet.
The ticking of the clock
fades into silence
as papers begin to roughly
Crash unto one another
desperately searching for
answers in blank pages
Sweat dripping down one's
forehead forming a path
that leads noway .
Wondering if you have inhaled or exhaled
Silently panicking for you...