Damaged in Transit

When things start to go wrong 
panic rises, with a tightness 
in your chest, with a lightness 
in your head. Time seems long. 
Dull colours, bled, take on a sharper edge, 
but this, of course, is an illusion. 
It adds to your sense of confusion 
as your life creeps out on a ledge. 
Breathe deep, you have been here before: 
idiot, risk-taker, chancer, 
laughing moonlight dancer. 
I don't ... 
I don't believe I can take any more. 
I can't go on. I must go on. 
This is the end. This is the 
End: No, this is 
the last beginning.