Anxiety
I couldn’t shake this feeling.
I’m in a dark sucking tunnel,
the air is slowing being drawn out of it.
With the air the light goes as well.
Choking gasping clawing for the surface.
It’s not a tunnel its water and I’m slowly slipping further beneath the surface.
I’m pulling and struggling to get my head above the water.
Then a sounds a siren, am I dying?
Can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t think, can’t go on.
It’s not a siren, it’s a constant beep, beep, beep, thump, thump, thump repeating.
The beep is gone the thump slows down. A slow glow of light above my head.
Then the slow realization,
I’m not dead.
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