Eat, sleep, stare into space.
Hoping for the day all these will be over with,
Laying down, feeling claustrophobic.
With no certainty of this being over soon,
Another day, another night.
The cycle goes on and on,
Dining and wining with cleithrophobia.
No day passes without involuntary intake of breath,
MY! OH MY!
Just hang in there and avoid being eaten away by AGORAPHOBIA.
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SHORT AND WITTY POEMS
PoetryIt's how I feel I write I write my emotions out raw If you feel its directed at you Fuck your self in advance.
