Why is it that I never feel well anymore?
My eyes are tired,
Shown by the bags that carry them humbly.
My smile is weary,
And when you see it,
It is fake.

My stomach turns and flounders
In the dead space of limbo.
I watch you walk by from a distance,
If I have any memory of him and his hands,
His body, his snake eyes
My face begins to burn

Shaking hands,
Hot, fiery breath
My chest feels tight
And my shoulders tense.

My mind says to run far away,
But my feet will not grant me
The great gift of movement.
I quite wish they would
Be more accommodating.

Finally, my body is exhilarated
As the blast of cold air from the outside world hits me.
You can almost see the steam
Rolling off my back and out my mouth.

As much as I hate this
Sick and relentless state
I can finally feel my heart beating again.