My Poetry

Dim

You squeeze the hand holding you steady
You share a look and take one step forward
No one asked if you were ready
You take a breath and step through the door
The screams are the first thing you notice
You press your hands to your head
The person tells you to focus
The voices are wanting you dead
You scream and lash out
Looking for the exit
You stop with a shout
And finally you quit
There's no escape from them
And now your vision is dim