gasping for air as walls of people are closing in on me. <br />screaming for help as i make my way out. <br />but there is no way out. <br />they don't hear me so i scream louder. <br />hoping somebody, anybody, would hear my cries for help. <br />i close my eyes tight. <br />when i open them again the people have turned into my past. <br />the memories i've left behind are clutching my arms, neck, and legs, making me live in their vicinity once again. <br />i twist and turn and cry. <br />but there is no way out. <br />unless...<br /><br />Desiree Whitamore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/claustraphobia/
