halting moments into frozen quiet,
once in a while, comes an instant,
enough to alone spark a riot.
With eyes closed to the outside,
nebulous brain and muffled sound,
tingling heart and pounding limbs,
tumultuous blood gushing around.
Quivering lips and harrowed brow,
trembling hands, shaken plight,
frantic groping through emptiness.
runs amok a shiver of fright.
Looming low, triggered mood,
doors closing tightly in,
walled in a timeless place,
life becomes a committed sin.
Grudgingly the tingling leaves,
behind lingers a mental pain,