anticipate distress

hands shake,
head quakes,
teeth twitch,
palms itch.

leaves drop turning brown,
crunch underfoot and swirl around.
skies grey threaten snow,
stormfronts coming slow.

hands sweat,
mouth is dry,
teeth grind,
where who why...

stomach knots,
cold becomes hot,
people stare,
or we imagine staring there...

unstability,
nothing is certain,
insanity,
ready to run hurtling,

direction doesn't matter,
nobody hears beads of sweat like doubt,
driving is impossible,
you want to walk run shout....

can't think in patterns,
daylight blinds your fragile orbs,
can't help being scattered,
there's no knob on the door.

how then do we get out?