Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2016
Anxiety
Four walls.
No door.
A roof.
A floor.
Trapped inside.
It shrinks in size.
Smaller now.
There’s no way out.
I cannot think.
I cannot breath.
Dark and cold.
All alone.
07/12/10
#social #anxiety #trapped #stuck #claustrophobia
Cheyenne
Written by
Cheyenne
955
   Poetria, Rochelle Thomas, Émilie Murray and Little Bear
Please log in to view and add comments on poems