the adrenaline
tied up,restricted
can't move
can't focus
trapped inside the darkness
screaming for help
but, no one hears you
from a certain point you hear whispers
words start appearing
mind, pauses
breathing, stops
your accompanied by the thoughts inside your head,
no one else
terror, begins to creep from behind
you start to see illusions of the past
none of which are good
heart, beating rapidly
soul, in a brief panic
you sense the feeling of adrenaline
the urge, to have more
memories, coming back
your inside version of hell,
becomes a living nightmare
loneliness continues
and the desire increases
the mind goes into a blur,
leaving you confused, wanting more
as reality casually approaches,
you begin to abandon the world around you
hoping it hits you again
the adrenaline, makes you anxious
seeing the pain in your own eyes,
makes it all worth it
tied up,restricted
can't move
can't focus
trapped inside the darkness
screaming for help
but, no one hears you
YOU ARE READING
the adrenaline
Poetrya poem based on personal experiences in the thoughts of one's mind. A VERY dangerous mind, it's what i called my "inner hell", a place where i see terrifying things and memories that make its way back to me... "depression really gets to you, doesn't...
