Claustraphobia

Claustrophobia By Laura Dee Battle December 19, 2014 I can't breathe today Time is running out Airways closing in The things that I'm without I can't expand this box Claiming me, it's golden prize The walls are slowly closing in Like every time an angel dies This feeling of eternal hell To suffocate on dying pride Maybe this is where I begin To think that I was dead inside It's cozy now within these walls They fit me like a worn-out glove To rise again after the fall This time I'll fill my heart with love