The Walls Are Closing In

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The Walls Are Closing In

Locked inside a box
I can't break out of,
I can't think out of.
Caged in my brain.
Claustrophobic
And going insane.
Scratching at my skull
Begging for release,
Chipping away
Searching for the keys.
Is there a trapdoor
Under a fake floor?
There's no flaws
And I'm only chipping away
My claws.
Bloody nails
And bloody knuckles.
I give up! I admit it!
I've buckled!
My screams can't escape my mind,
Writing letters in blood
That no one will find.
Only I can manage to cage me,
And only I have the keys.
But I'm driving myself crazy,
I'll never get free.

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