Panic

Panic
Sometimes I wish I could be blank.
No erratic thoughts.
Restless.
They take me over.
No relaxation.
Just pure panic.
Not wanting to leave the confined space, that feels safe.
Away from danger and leering face.
My one phobia, people and their judgemental eyes.
I can't breathe.
Cannot swallow.
I close my eyes and imagine I am somewhere else.
The air is fresh.
I can breathe once again.
For the next few moments I am at peace.