Trapped

surrounded by Darkness
walls moving in
closer
and closer
inch by inch
each inhalation
drawing them in
pulling them closer
On top of you
until stopping
is all you can
do
to survive
No breaths
closed eyes
darkness Envelopes you
and finally
there is nothing left

Treading Comforters

it washes over me
an overwhelming feeling
paralyzing my voice
through my limbs
unable to express
mere exhaustion

motion like gelatin
jiggly yet stationary
stuck on the same path
unable to
change

weak at the knees
or is it the mind
it overpowers and restricts
my chance to act

buckling under
unable to uphold
I collapse
and begin to drift
away