Panic

Walls closing in,

Barely any time to breathe.

No energy, a unison is formed

With apprehension roaring within.

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A feathery heart screaming deep inside.

Urging, yearning for an inch of oxygen.

Yet the fire spreads quickly

And everything is steadily scorching

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Blurry, murky visions

Blinding and binding you

To your own weaknesses

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Then you feel a sudden drop

And sudden chills circulating

Underneath your skin

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Falling deeply not softly

Into the black hole 

we have fallen

Feeling our bodies disintegrate 

into molecules so small.

It has sucked all meaning 

which we so place in life.

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The pouring rain

falls onto the 

exterior of our skins

It travels down each body,

the sensation is felt in our veins.

And single droplets

soothe each aching soul

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Isolated

A soul,

shattered, broken

and isolated.

Weeping for all its

great unknowns.

 

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A body,

emptied from all

of its emotions.

Every one

dropped into the sea.

 

A human,

who is tired of

being hit and gutted.

Conflicted

and convoluted.

 

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A person,

who is lying down

trying to sleep.

But her anxiety

keeps snatching her.

 

A home,

which was turned

into a pitch of

sadness.

And nothing to look

forward to.

 

What now?

Why are all so eager to

bulldoze all of the memories

we have shared together?

All is crumpled and torn apart.

My heart is ripped with

the little things that

remind me of how things were.

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So what now? Do you think it will all get better?

What about the good days?

Have they all been washed away?

Are they that distant?

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It is useless fighting it now.

I can’t get my memories back.

They have been drowned with

all of the blood that has been shed.

We have become prisoners

of this place and there is no way out.

No light, just pitch darkness.

I can feel the water filling up

my lungs, it is suffocating me.

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Eventually I will give in,

and let my last air bubble

float up, and my body will become numb.

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Home

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What is this building

which I am tied to?

My secret desires always

Pulling me towards its comforts.

How can I see beyond

The horizons of my four-walled room?

If I constantly pull myself towards it

And go within to search for

Something that has long dissipated.

The vortex of its safety

Continuously sucking me in,

Hiding from myself,

Engulfing it all in.