Solitude Poem by Amos Greig

Faceless streets close in around, as corridors seem to stretch into infinity,
A burst of adrenaline and the heart seems to beat irregularly a small bird
Desperate to escape the cage. The flight of logic begins as images blur into
Chaotic thoughts.-
Why am I here?
Where am I?
How do I get away?

Rapidly now the intakes of breathe like pressure changing to swiftly for
The deep sea diver-
vision threatens to blur-
hands suddenly seem to be the
Source of too much water become clammy
Why am I here?
Where am I?
How do I get away?

Feeling the world is watching judging seeing the panic a tsunami of
Depression crashes in eradicating the last vestiges of self control. Panic,
Anxiety are only a breathe away. Claw desperately to an outstrung branch
Of reality.....the tender fragile hope snaps and the wave washes everything
Away-
Why am I here?
Where am I?
How do I get away?

Looking out/
through/
.tear misted eyes/
struggle
.gasping like a beached fish/
in the grip of delusion/
.opened Pandora's
Box/
can't think straight/
help me! ! !
I want to GO HOME

One of the gray empty faces detaches, approaches talks calms and
Reassures,
Sit down count to ten then breathe and again slowing slowing slowed, a
Warm overly sweet tea is placed in my hands "you're all right now it Was
Just a panic attack"
Why am I here?
Where am I?
How do I get away?