I slip outside myself,
Watching myself rigid,
Rigid with fear,
Rigid with panic.
Heart racing,
Feeling faint
But not falling.
Gotta get out
Right away,
Into safety,
But can hardly move.
Want to scream,
But can't get the sound out.
A silent scream then.
A silent scream in the chaos.
J R A Gigney (6 April 2012)
• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.
