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 out now. 

Sound blurs to a foggy mist,

Distorted noisy twist.

I can hear the room creaking,

Air escaped, space retreating. 

Lock turns,

Can't get out,

Panic starts,

Can't breath,

Can't speak

Can't see,

Can't do it.

Can't hear. 

Can't be here.