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Trapped in this 
claustrophobic body
as it ages
plummeting towards inevitability
all youthful thoughts 
of immortality thrown aside
by reality
where did life go
when did life go
a speeding train that makes me move more slowly 
the longer the journey takes
sometimes at a snail’s pace
towards a final stop where I get off 
and out 
and gone
forever

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Left Luggage

Gone, you parked me here

As usual to wait your return

What men took my place?

Such lessons I never learn

 

I'm gasping for air in here

A dark locker is bondage

You took the key to the lock

I'm unwanted left luggage

 

Claustrophobia eats at

What self-respect I had

As nearby lockers open

I'm sure I'm going mad

 

Is that a key into a lock?

Are you to fr...

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The Room

The Room 

 

It's smaller on the inside,

Come and be my guide.

The lock shrinks the place, 

to such a tiny space.

The space is retreating,

It stops your heart beating,

Room starts swimming,

Constricting air thinning.

Can't help feeling sickly,

I need to get out quickly,

It constricts your chest 

Lead weight thermal vest.

Sweat covers my brow,

Need to get...

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Mental healthanxietyclaustrophobia

The City

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am on a crowded

city sidewalk,

the crowd sgueezes,

shoves and pushes.

Like blood through

a too small artery.

 

Claustrophobia threatens

to swallow me.

A small opening appears,

I rush to it. But it quickly

fills in and once again,

the crowd squeezes, shoves

and pushes.

 

I reach my desti...

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