Walls pressed all around,
Screams muffling all other sound.
The lights are turned out,
And darkness is all about,
Making my whisper become a shout.
Walls are closing in,
And no one can see my insane grin.
I can no longer breathe this air,
I have to get out of this spotlight's glare.
One breath and then another taken
Three breaths and faith is forsaken.
Four breaths and the oxygen is done,
Five breaths and my mind is gone.
Six breaths and the world is black,
Seven breaths and my delirum is back.
Eight breaths and all I see is night,
A dark tunnel that leads me to the light.
Please tell me what you think
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I can feel it
I remember when the withdrawals of the drugs,, I had done for far too long, had subsided, so I thought, the panic attacks made me feel the same way. I recall not being able to breathe and the fear that coupled with it . Very interesting wording and imagery that left me, well, breathless. Awesome
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Intriguing
The first thought that came to me was "by the light of the moon", second, wonderful rhythm and rhyme to the piece gifting a smooth pursuit in the read. You have a somewhat dark piece that ends with hope and light. I enjoyed the read, my pleasure...
~Tia
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wow..this was keeping me on the edge of my seat...I know all too well about the "walls" closing in...just take a step and break those walls down..if not just for a minute and see the light...good job!
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wow... I really like this poem... it is really well written and i really enjoyed reading it... Good job!!!
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I like this as I felt a sense of urgency building up inside me. brilliant write that cuts and bleeds.
A well imbued poem that gives the sense of suspense.
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