1 Escape

The fixation of oxygen,

Is infinite,

My bones quiver for its needs,

And my lungs misses it,

The atmosphere isn't the same.

My mind is so narrow,

As my pulses increases,

My palms sweat,

And the anxiety begins,

They don't the importance,

Coming for action that isn't an exam.

My heart aches,

Knowing that you're not there.

The thoughts that arise so often,

To disabled my mind.

This prison that's been holding,

The hurt us so much.