If I don't respond in a few minutes I am probably at School, sleeping, with family/ friends, or forgot to bring my device. Or grounded.
I have no oxygen,
I cannot breathe,
It's as if I've smoked,
A thousand cigarettes.
The air is sparse and stale,
And my skin so pale,
And I am trapped,
Within these walls of stone,
Having been snatched,
From my heavenly home.
There is no love here,
There is only fear,
I need to break free,
I need to breathe,
That life giving oxygen,
A cigarette would steal,
And I beg my captor for mercy,
I beg to be free of these chains,
My lungs screaming for oxygen,
The open window heaven,
My voice strong and loud,
For this angel is proud,
And needs to share this torture out loud,
Because claustrophobia can hit,
Small confined spaces a nightmare,
Where there is little or no air,
The air filled with toxic grey smoke,
And I try to breathe as I choke.
A person wanting to move,
Just wanting to breathe,
Not caring about having something to prove,
I need wide open spaces,
I need to move my limbs,
I need to be free and lose my fear,
For I will never smoke,
And I will never again lose my oxygen.
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Author:
Lil-M-M (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 21st, 2024 15:00
- Comment from author about the poem: This is what claustrophobia feels like. From experience
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Comments2
The topic is inspiring (And therapeutic) I also suffer a form of claustro caused by human density around .
Thank you.
Very relatable. Excellent.
Thank you so very much.
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