i feel my walls
closing
like elevator doors

clattering about
the deafening silence

the pressure
an ever pumping
vessel
the heart
wanting more

it was always about wanting more
never a little less
pressure
crashing against my mind

like waves

i felt
like a tiny lil mouse
enclosed in
the shoebox of my mind

wondering
with time
whether i could
really see the light

i was trapped in the maze
of my own consciousness
the puzzle pieces
never really felt complete

i doused
myself in the water
of my own thoughts
hoping to feel sane

i was like
a little guinea pig
on a wheel
churning monotoniously

such dreary remedies

the elevator door
is closing behind me
the pain subsides
keeping my mind
gently at bay