The Light at the End of a Tunnel
My heart is pounding
Making a song of panic
So many sounds blurred into one
So many people
So many faces blurred into one picture
Suffocating
Yet no one notices
I want to go home
I don't want to be seen
It's painful
I'm shaking
It gets worse by the minute
And it gets so hard to control
I cry for help
But nothing comes out
I'm drowned by the voices
I look down
But the stares feel more intense
The sounds get louder
It's so unbearable
Then I feel the warmth
A hand holding my own
The ponding slows
The sounds slowly fade
That one light in the darkness
The one thing that can save me
This poem is about:
Me