Claustrophobia Poem by Vartika Pandey
Claustrophobia
You keep smothering
My enthusiasm, empathy, emotions
Your imprudent fear
Of losing control over these notions
Is hateful, yet I cannot hate.
It makes me claustrophobic.
Regulate the amount of air I breathe
Give me a number for tears I must weep
A stamp on all the words I speak
It makes me claustrophobic.
Collapsing
I’m falling
Feeding on myself
Like a demon.
It makes me claustrophobic.
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