in my mind
my footsteps echo silently
across the floor,
and i find myself in a large,
open and empty room,
where the walls are very high,
the ceiling well beyond reach,
and the feeling of emptiness
is almost as overwhelming
as the feeling of being alone
in this great hall...

the light is very bright here,
and there is no sound...

i have never felt such
sheer terror
as i feel in this place.

there are no windows -
so i have no way of knowing
what it is outside my mind.

i am not able to reach
the other wall;
the doorways keep sliding away
in front of me,
into the distance,
and the walls behind me
follow,
keeping pace with my steps.

i just seem to be walking in place,
never getting anywhere,
always being where i am.

the feeling of
knowing that my struggle
to leave this room is useless
causes me to shrink inward,
to mentally curl into a fetal position,
as if that will protect me.

it's all right, though,
because in a little while
it will be time for my medication.

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