Monday, March 30, 2009

The Panic

I walk to the edges of the room of walls and I call out
but there's no answer
I speak louder and throw my arms
but there's no answer

Keys dangling from my fingertips, I run to the car through the panic
Music floods the driveway when I open the doors and climb in
The volume screams at me and I scream back, pushing the gas pedal to the floor with my bare and broken feet

I dare not lose, I dare not cry, I just drive
Turning my back on the harshness that eats me alive
Turning my back on the panic that is a result of your ignorance



HGM