It starts with confusion, gives way to panic,
Breathless disorder, then full on manic,
No escape, of that no doubt,
Hits like a sledgehammer,
He needs to get out, in the open, anywhere, just away from here,
Give him a chance to confront his fears.
Blank faces, staring, are they looking at him?
Do they even notice the tempest within?
His mind, so confusing, the sheer desperation, fights to hold onto controlled respiration.
Thoughts bombarding, no time to make sense, mind overloading,
Life seen through a lens, distorted vision, concave now convex,
Animal instincts, his muscles flex,
Fight, flight, whatever it takes, no rational thought in decisions he makes,
Strangled cacophony, voices mingle, jack hammer thunderous, body tingles,
With shocking power, careful not to touch the souls he sees, that he wants so much,
To be like.
Danny Todd, 8th October 2011
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