It felt like a creature jumped down
And landed as heavy as an elephant
Beside me.
My room shook.Snapping my eyes open I thought,
"Earthquake?"
No. No earthquake, just my terrified
Breath shaking the bed
And creating monsters that weren't realPainful pressure in my chest,
It's hard to breathe
Sweat down my brows,
Bile tries to eat my throat
I really feel like something is about to
Eat me.I can't breathe, can't breathe
Afraid to fall back asleep
My hands are shaking
What's wrong with me?
Something is crushing my chest
Right now
An ominous orange light outsideFire? Bomb?
No, just our porche lightBut these monsters are real
Somewhere!Hopefully not here in this room...
Where a scary pressure is
Cracking my ribsI can't breathe.
The monster was gone 20 minutes
Ago, though
My bladder feels ready to burst
That same nausea is ready to spewSomething is really pushing my sanity.
Note: So this isn't my cleanest poem but I'm seriously pushing every single limit having my hands above the covers and attempting to write this while they're shaking.
It still feels like I'm being watched.
I'm terrified right now.
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Phobia: Edge Me
PoetryA collection of poems to pass the time. All poems are written by me.