My body shudders in fright
Sensitive to the slightest sound,
movement, or light
With every passing second,
Anxiety creates drips of sweat
Becoming lakes of anticipation
Escape's entrance slowly closing
With no exit I gasp in desperation
Wanting to inhale
But fear has emptied out the air
Panic turns to rage,
Sensibility turns into inability
A futile rush for what doesn't exist
An opening, a crack, something,
If only I had the poise to just push the button
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