Catching Breath

In the waiting room, lights flicker and fade,

a flicker in me, a tightness displayed.

Chest like a cage, each breath feels like glass,

a moment suspended, as shadows amass.

Rushing like currents, the pulse in my throat,

thoughts drown in chaos, each word feels remote.

But I stand here still, while the world spins around,

a silent plea echoes, where comfort is drowned.