I had a panic attack the other day,
as I felt my emotions fading, fading
away, in a desperate attempt to cling
on to feeling. Something. Anything.
I wanted to avoid that empty pit
of Nothingness
of Silence from feeling
as though it would consume me
faster than the plague consumed Europe
faster than a Prisoner consumes his last supper before his execution
faster and faster the emptiness presses in collapsing the open space around me constricting my lungs and suffocating me until I'm gasping gasping for breath and some semblance of emotion to cling to but there was nothing there; and I fell into the void.

I opened my eyes and
slowly looked around myself.
This world of no emotion
has proved to be a gift.
I was terrified of losing myself in it
as I lost my emotions.
But that wasn't the case.
In the emotional void I re-found myself.
In the silence from the usually
clamoring, noisy emotions a
certain clarity has appeared.
In that silence, I could finally hear
that gentle whisper of God;
And I could finally breathe again.