A Plastic Bag On My Head
You know what it feels like,
with a plastic bag on your head,
how you struggle to breathe,
your lungs start to beg.
Panic builds up inside,
instinctively you fight back,
trying to rip this bag off
you want to survive.
Time slows down,
every second hurts,
in and out on conscious thought,
trying to figure a way out.
Well welcome to my world,
where anxiety thrives,
a plastic bag on my head,
is what it feels like.
Contest: Paper or plastic - Susan Burch
M.Mahauariki © 2012
2nd Place
Copyright © Murray Mahauariki | Year Posted 2012
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