i was never claustrophobic,
yet with how i can feel
my heart constricting,
leaving no place for air.
i must be afraid of narrow places
and closing walls,
that deny me life.— when will i let myself free?
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brown eyes yet grey skies
Poetrywhere the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
xviii
i was never claustrophobic,
yet with how i can feel
my heart constricting,
leaving no place for air.
i must be afraid of narrow places
and closing walls,
that deny me life.— when will i let myself free?