I felt a darkness in my head 

An inky, shadowed hue

The Voices drifting by me, then

Were all I listened to -

My walls were closing in on me

Slowly - ever closer

The ceiling - pressing down on me

It seemed all was over 

Then the tinted window creaked, there

Was Tapping on the sill

The tapping turned to Banging, then

It fired up my will

As pane by pane, the window Burst,

At morning’s light, I stare,

No longer silent, no longer

Crouched, solitary, there - 

I feel a brightness in my heart

A red and yellow hue

The voices that drift by me, now

They listen to me too