Whirlwind

Fear

I can feel it
as the darkness wraps his arms around me, the feeling of terror, or perhaps it is my body reaching out for someone. Anyone.
I know I am not alone, but the waiting, the damn waiting as I lie down wondering what is happening to me.
I can feel the darkness closing in, as I share too much and I start humming a familiar tune.
I can't give in to the voices calling me down to greet them. I must not acknowledge them, as they reach to pull me into the darkness with them. Did I say anyone? I didn't mean them.
Soon the doctor visits will come, and perhaps they'll tell me I'm not dying.