Panic

descending into darkness in a circle.
I’m losing ground now.
descending into darkness–I’m alone.
I just go around.

The spiral’s getting tighter.
Tightened like the noose around my neck.
(that wasn’t even me.
i could never do that.)
descending into darkness in a circle
I spin round and round.

The darkness opens up, giving way
flashes of near green and blue.
I can breathe now. There’s something more–
the scent of lilacs on the breeze.

I can breathe.