
Claustrophobia
Running scared
Frantic and confused
Through the door
Into another room
Each one disused
Open, close
What does this mean?
Open again
Am I in a maze
or is this a dream?
I can’t escape
Windows are locked
Adrenalin pumping
but screams are silent
My voice blocked
Anxiety taking hold
I cannot catch my breath
Darkness comes
Swallowing me whole
Suffocating into death
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
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I love it!!!!!
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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Very frightening, Christine….
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It’s a dream I have sometimes 😧
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More of a nightmare….
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Yes! 🙂
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Thankfully, I don’t suffer from too much claustrophobia… my life as a plumber would have been nearly impossible….
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/11/30/beyond-the-trapdoor-2/
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I always have a dream where I can’t get out! That picture reminded me of it 🙂🙂💕
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Oh wow, that’s a nightmare 😮
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Its a dream but like a mirage, we still see it.
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Thanks Mike 🙂
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