Heart pounds.
Chest tightens.
The room,
It spins in rapid movement.
Voices dwindle,
Motion slows down,
And I’m trapped within,
My cellared self.
Response time,
Takes a doubled toll.
Thoughts triple,
In time’s webbed weave.
Lost within this panicked trance,
I fear the moment someone notices.
That moment’s seldom,
Although destined.
Till that moment,
My mind lies,
In tight chains,
Against a cold stone floor.
Waiting to be released...
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