desperation

 I feel it 

clawing it's way up my throat

cutting off air

reducing life to this one moment.

It is so loud,

yet no one can hear the sound

"I need answers,"

I cry,

"I need to know."

Silence from without.

All questions.

No answers.

No peace.

breathe in.

hold.

breathe out.

Silence from within.

I've shoved it back into its box.

Still no answers.

But no more panic either.

Is this living?