I muster courage to just enter the room...
...too lonely...too alone...to not go in...
Why do I do this? Precisely what I know
Will be exhaustive and draining...
And as inevitable as the sun sets and rises again...
My skin begins to crawl at voices as I pass...
...their very inflections washing over every pore...
...taking hold and taking hostage...overriding my free associations...
I succumb to whirlwinds of thought energy around me...
...swirling embattled angels and demons.
My heart leaps and bounds...desperate to escape the cage of my chest...
...my breath stills and then stops...
Avoid the eyes...glances which invade me and see more than they should...
I am bare-naked, exposed...there is no salvation but to find that corner of the room...
Where I am safeguarded by the steadfastness of the wall. Concrete and tangible.
No longer alone...and preservation complete.

Wow, aptly stated.

excellent piece!!!

neat write