The Eternal Hand

I feel the eternal hand of loneliness descend upon me, pressing me down, I must get out lest I drown, the fear grips my throat tight, my reason is gone, where is my insight? My vision has gone, must get it back... Desperately I run, trying to escape the night yet dreading the morning light. I stop and look around, my senses reel for the lack of sound...My breath coming out in gasps, I am akin to an animal trapped. My eyes close and I feel the warmth of the blood rush through me and now I know....I'm alive and I’ll make it... just wait and see...