Claustrophobia

June 23, 2016

Your screams echo endlessly

Without response

As diluted figures

Torment you endlessly

Drowning you in your own despair

You are isolated

Yet so closed in

That you’re being crushed

Heaving in air

through your damaged lungs

Polychromatic colors cloud your vision

As you claw at your head

In a feeble attempt

To be released

From this endless abyss

That is so evidently,

your own ruination

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Anj.kotamaJun 23, 2016

<p>I hope this flows the way that it does in my head.</p><p>I definitely have a vision of what this is supposed to be like. </p>