Panic Room: Cassandra Kulay

The cell is closing in on me
so empty of content except me
dark despair swallows my mind
lovely memories I long to find
I cannot remember without pain
brought back to grim reality.
My surroundings define me
absolutely, I cannot rise
to spiritual truth, locked
in this cage of lies,
I wish not to live, God,
help me, I wish to die,
panic is useless, panic is blind,
it makes me feel that I’m
losing my mind, why me,
why now, how can I find
the plan of the universe
when I can only see, the
concrete walls without destiny.