Consumption (09/16/2013)

My heart is stuck

under a pile of 3 ton weights

My whole chest is caving in,

its hard to breathe.

Anxiety forces its way up my throat

and clouds my mind.

My hands constantly shake,

my head dizzy, coming in and out of focus with reality

Oxygen is scarce.

I'm being swallowed by the sense of inadequacy

and hopelesness.

I'm claustrophobic with it, trapped

and I can't find a suitable way out.

Surely I'll panic and finally snap

what little self control I have left

someone remind me what it is to breathe

This feeling- its a cancer

The masses spreading, crowding out my organs

Every part of me,

I'm being cosumed. 

 

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