It starts slow,
An uneasy feeling,
Enough to send my mind reeling,
Emanating from within,
Creeping up my spine,
Spreading like branches on a tall oak tree,
Until it fills every crevice,
I’m scared,
The darkness of the room is no longer comforting for my restless mind,
It is a box that has me trapped and I can longer pretend I don’t mind,
I\'m scared,
I feel lost and I want to go home,
But I have none and never did,
So, what is this place I seek to not be alone,
And how do I get rid of hope,
I’m empty,
Sweet relief floods over me and the voices rise steadily.