Walls are closing in
No air No breath
Fighting the rage of punching them back
I hold onto my life line
Jot down thoughts
These energy that engulfs me too tightly.
Words seem too frail
Too innocent for them to express it fully
I need to run No I need to breath
Holding my breath thinking in waves
Maybe the rush won’t be as strong.
Breathing out I rise from my seat
About to explode
I’m I strange or Am I simply awake
Awakened from a sleeping world.
To feel too strongly
Thinking so immensely that expression is
Hardly possible and yet with all these
I live a glad life
I lead a glad existence.