Claustrophobing - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

I sit in darkness claustrophobing
Waiting for my frontal lobing
To find a point of clarity
Hoping for serenity
I feel as if I’m self-destructive
Feeling very unproductive
One step forward, two steps back
Trying to avoid a panic attack
I find that I’m always apologizing
Because I’m good at disorganizing
About the why, the what, the when
Drifting backwards once again
I need a path that takes me onward
To a place where I don’t feel awkward
I seek a hopeful place to dwell
Guess I need a padded cell