I lay here, in my prison, the drab walls and ceiling mock my every move. Deceitful shadows taunt me in my dreadful state. I toss and turn, unable to find comfort. The silence is deadly, a cloud of nothingness engulfing my surroundings in a dismal black-hole.
The room begins to shift and move. The walls press down on me as the ceiling begins to collapse, enclosing me in a suffocating box. I turn in the bed again. I can’t escape my impending doom. Fear overcomes me. I’m trapped. The walls … my world … closing in on me.
I curl up and grab my pillow with desperation. I begin to cry. The meltdown is imminent. I glance at the shadowy ceiling, it’s closing in. I can’t get free. I can’t escape.
Somebody, anybody … help me! Take me from this place. Where is my solace? Where is my comfort?
The crying turns to sobbing. The tears flow without further restraint.
I have no where to turn, no where to run. My heart aches.
I am … alone …