Feelings, they leave me helpless

They open a casket inside me

only to close the one outside

As I decay, they crawl like

worms & decompose like flies

The putrid smell lingers on the

hinges and water my unclosing

eyes, Its air tight aroma

stains my lungs till I can no

longer consume fresh air,

It sears my heart in all 

four chambers, It conducts my

hairs into a crescendo 

My finger tips are stone cold,

My toes clenched as if to hold

on to the ground below as my 

body continues to rock on a 

lullaby tempo.

The putrid smell soon reaches 

my head & climbs in through my

ear causing an itch I could never

reach. They whisper insecurities I’ve

come to live with & slowly kill my 

brain with its high powered drill.

I ask myself “Is this what dying 

feels like?”

No.

It’s just a panic attack.