Anxietatem

Fortified within these walls

Never awakening from the outer calls

I can hear them

Never touch them

I can comprehend them

I can't pretend them away

This room is a comfort, a torment

A place were my thoughts roam and explore

No matter is the doors opened lead to something abhorred

I can't cry

I can't sing

I can't dream

I just scream

Silent screams that fill the empty spaces within these hollow yet firm walls

The dors right in front of me

I can't seem to move

The comfort is so thrilling

I just can't take the chance to lose it

Even if it hurts

I want to get out

I don't want to be lost

This room is a room

malevolent and pure

This all is a plea

I need a cure

This poem is about: 
Me

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