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Feeling  desensitized,

 running on auto-pilot mode.

Wedged between walls of white noise.

On hiatus  from thought-provoking woes.

Unmoving state, room of solitude.

Straight jacket tied,

can’t set me free.


Surrounding proximity shrinks.

Encircling anxiety pressing me down,

tighter and tighter, must breath, must breath.

Hindered senses,

 total Blackness.


6 thoughts on “Choke

  1. I have had these moments..
    you are very articulate in describing
    Very good Venus!

    Take Care

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