The silence suffocates me
It gets me as I sit upright
The barren walls that I face
Start converging into space
My mind’s a prisoner and panic’s my warden
She don’t let me out or cut me free from my misery
I reach for my window, the only source of sun
A sun setting fast into the distant horizon
The walls inch closer and closer
The silence starts taking grip
I fervently reach for my music
A relic from a storied past I play aloud
With every bang of a drum, the walls slow down
With every guitar riff, I find my breath again
Minutes turn to hours and I stand up straight
Emboldened by the notes that now reverberate
The silence is now gone and the walls have receded
I have won for now — panic has conceded.