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
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