The Battle

All I can hear is my breath, Feeling the touch of death. I ran as fast as I could, My head was covered by a hood. I burst into the nurse’s room, Now feeling as if I’m in a tomb. “Are you ok?” I leaned against the doorway, so I muttered something she couldn’t hear, “you will have to speak up dear.” “I think I’m having a panic attack.” Suddenly all I can see is black, I fall to the ground I know I hit the floor but I heard no sound. My hands clenched shut, Unable to get them unstuck. Not wanting to retreat, I dig in my feet. I sit and wait, And call this battle a stalemate.