A budding writer's collection

Claustrophobia

Orange skies with trails of pink,

Crowded with birds as flies aspire

Fleecy clouds and the radiant whites

Yet, I'm here, locked in a room uninspiring

Humans I love, humans I adore,

Humans who imbue me with the freedom of the skies

Humans I love, humans I adore,

So far away as poisoned ivy of love overgrows

Happiness is a luxury,

Or is it made one

People taunted by misery

Eat all its residue till the symbiote of misery spreads all over

Claustrophobic, it's pure psychosis,

My head is turning in circles, unstopped

I scream, I cry, I plead, I beg,

Let my happiness stay with me a little while longer.