Panic Rotation

 Thunder rolling closer to
the seams of unsewn hems of truth-
The sound of any outside voice
is gone.
When they are screaming-
Unchosen moment - here it is
beyond
any thoughts of what I'm feeling.

Unrivaled by the ability
to assess what could be happening-
rush of heat turns life to stone.
My heart is running to the unknown.

Frozen, I am lost this way.
Stuck in a loop of edgy pain.
Stolen, is my calm for sight-
The fingers that could help me fight.

More thunder- the crackling overhead.
I cant hear a thing you've said.
5 minutes more, it could be longer.
It just depends on who is stronger.

Outside of this panic rotation
is an exit I cant see.
Inside of this limited patient
is the wound that I make bleed.