The walls are closing in
The lights seem to dim
At my throat, panic grips
At my clothes, panic rips
Faces merge and blur
Voices fade and slur
Breathing becomes shallow, quicker with each breath
Drowning in despair, beginning to welcome death
Slowly, the lights come back as the walls recede
Despair replaced with heavy relief
Faces stare back, eyes wide with fear
Voices ring out, steady and clear
It's over
YOU ARE READING
Spring Poetry Contest
ПоэзияWelcome to Is it Ana?'s Spring Poetry Contest! DEADLINE: 20 June, 2017 The winner of this contest will receive a new LAMY pen and a 6-pack of ink cartridges!
