A LIVING_DEAD

A LIVING_DEAD.

Have you ever been so scared to an extent that your heartbeats becomes an irritation to you?
To an extent that breathing becomes a necessity?
An immediate need you clamour on because you just have to survive?
The seconds' passing reminds you of how quickly your period of demise is approaching.
You become so scared that every footsteps, every door opening, every entry of persons nearly gives you a heart attack. Or a forceful total come back to reality.

You want that peace; inner peace and comfort,
You long for it but it all seems too far-fetched that your every effort to reach it proves futile.
Your every effort chanelled has become weightless!
You desire freedom and a focussed mind, but your racing pulses remind you of your deficiency...everything around you seems to be against you and would do everything but to cave you in.

Praying has just become an act based on a script with all spices energizing it been sucked out, leaving just a saggy yet empty corm of utterances.
You try your entire best at trying to make peace with yourself but it all doesn't work out right. It all appears like you are yet to have all the requirements to a happy ending.
You know if you do not attend to this festering wound; to this gnawing feeling that seems to be pulling you to its depth, you would sink so deeply and all you would be surrounded by is a choking darkness as your reward of a life helped spent.
#Vera????