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Tee Morris Feb 19
Only four walls
They all drown me inside
The fear of no escape
My head begins to break

The walls trap my thoughts inside
I'm completely unable to hide
My anxiety strangles me
What if my claustrophobia finds me?

My legs begin to tremble as I'm stuck in this space
My heart begins to pound as my eyes see the crowd
I wish I could run but I can't find an escape
Now my fears holding me hostage with tape

I can't seem to move
I've become paralysed
My body starts to shake
My eyes see weird shapes

I'm trembling with fear
I feel my cheek wet with tears
Now I'm laying on the floor
My claustrophobia found me with it's claws
- I'm not the biggest fan of this but it's 1am and I'm unable to sleep -
Kevin Zhang Feb 6
for seventeen hours
or one thousand
and twenty minutes


i counted
i made sure


the bottommost right one flickered
unsatisfied with death
fighting with air
stuck in time

the fireman’s lock
aptly named
oh how it teased
a wonder release

the brilliant doors
that showed me myself
yet showed no way
till i ceased to see


for i fail to remember
which I selected
where I wished to be


as i’m frozen in my puddle
and the glaze grows upon my legs
until i fall to the ceiling
and count no more
Trapped in descent...
ollie Nov 2018
I’ve never been claustrophobic
But it’s starting to get overwhelming
The weight of this small town is beating into my skull
To the point where I don’t know if I want to keep growing
The teasing would stop
But the weight of the buildings are crushing into my shoulders
I’ve never been claustrophobic but lately I need some more space
‘Cause this place is too cramped for big dreams
And they will not stop growing
This town is too mean and I am simply a dreamer incapable of teaching it kindness
I am crushed by the corner shops
And squashed by the square
I am incapable of telling them I am uncomfortable
I can’t move
But I can’t stop running
I feel trapped
And there’s nothing to get me out
There’s nothing but corn and red hats for miles
And this is no place for someone like me
Dreamers always start small
Small town
And I am terrified that this dreamer will stay that way
I’ve got so much to do
I can’t help being a dreamer
I’m just getting started and I’m still convinced I have not stopped growing
This town is going to crush me
And I’m willing to suffocate
If I can fulfill all I am able to live up to
If I died today I would not be ready
So **** out my breath
I will hold it while I write
I will stretch out my sentences until I am mouthing words from a lack of air
I will go on
Until I am so claustrophobic I die from my fear
Until someone smashes a building over my head and I am dead
I will not lose to small town
No matter how many times I run from it
i sat outside with a friend today. we fed each other a muffin and talked about simple things like boys and bad vibes. i looked to my right and felt as though i could not breathe, because everything is the same, the town i was in similar to the one i live in, the one i was born in, too small, i could not breathe, i had to get out. she showed me a text from her boyfriend. i smiled the way anyone from a small town should.
Lily Oct 2018
Too many people,
Too many faces, and not
Enough time to breathe.
Sehar Sep 2018
vacuum within
claustrophobic universe
I just cannot BREATHE.
paradoxical  haiku.
suffocation is kinda ironic looking at the fathomless space around us
Jewel M C Apr 2018
all alone in a crowded room
claustrophobia consumes
as i'm uncomfortably surrounded
by strangers
with friendly faces,
ultimately unfamiliar
yet seemingly displaced
from this blur of insanity
they pass as our reality

          where are we?

i am searching for familiarity

                                                  in an unfamiliar place

trying to find

                              a familiar face
Farooq Ansari Feb 2018
Let me just stay here for a while,
a place where I can barely stand,
shoulders gave in long before
one could blame gravity;
the sands of time fall,
grain by grain
a desert remains,
and a dream of oasis;
give me some time
and I'll learn how to breathe.

Let me just stay here for a while,
a room with no windows,
a door that barely opens,
and echoes that sounded like me
for they're white noise now,
I can barely make out,
the sound of my own voice,
give me some time,
while I learn how to speak.

I think I'll stay here for a while,
spellbound by this familiarity,
have I been here before?
I see myself,
gazing distantly, begging apathy
"Levitate!", I hear.
the noise clears, its me
the door opens, Im found
give me some time,
and I'll try to break free.
nobyelse Jan 2018
here comes the pile
walking down the hall
shuffles, pauses
one pushes a button
door opens
eight stepped in
door closes
five pushed buttons
breathe in
count to ten
breathe out
long silence
ding
door opens
step out
sigh.
Story Dec 2017
A furious 'thud-thud, thud-thud' hammers my bones
as I whip shirt sleeves and scarves across my room
and into the small latch-lock box.
The one with the brown leather handle that smells
like things-so-old-they've-turned-to-air.
Long ago I lost the key but the shape of its missingness
is the most familiar thing left in this place.
Latch-key box latch-key house latch-key life.



My footsteps ricochet off the walls to the toc-toc of the witching hour.
I hail a cab and lament the bouncy back seat and pop tunes of the humming driver,
pay with an app so I don’t have to say goodbye.
Not to cab, not to town, not to room.
The high-pitched wails of the most popular human carting system
grates my melancholy between the tracks.
Claustrophobic, crammed into more boxes
I.
Hate!
Boxes.

I…
Can’t remember how I got here from there.
I sit at the airport waiting for a canceled seat so I can get the next flight to:

Anywhere, Extra Cheap.
I look at a clock and I shouldn’t have.

Footsteps haunting, tracks grating, bumping, wailing, mouth humming slow to a blur.
The family next to me carefully removing themselves from the smell of my suitcase.

“Latch-key box latch-key house latch-key life,” I tell them.
Middy Oct 2017
The Bell’s ringing again
Another day of torture
Another walk of shame
And another crowd to follow

I’m standing in line
Everybody is laughing
Everybody is smiling
But I’m not
I’m covering my ears
I’m starting to cry
The words they say
Are echoing again
  It’s another long day

My classmates say
They understand my pain
That they’ll stay quiet for me
then why am I having a meltdown
In the middle of corridor chaos

My heart is pumping
I’m humming loudly
But nothing can block out the noise
I’m being pushed and shoved
In the long narrow room

I   C A N ‘ T  T A K E  IT

Stay SILENT For Me
What hidden meaning does it have?
Rearrange the letters in Silent
Here is my message
LISTEN to me
This is real stuff that often happens when I’m paranoid
Due to my autism,  I often struggle in corridors as I have a few sensory problems. Combined with the loud noise and I will just have a complete meltdown
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