Trapped in white sterile walls
Row after row of tables
The ticking of keyboards
I am confined
To my chair.
Prisoner of
Work.
Despair
Help
Me
Please!
I cant do this
No more.
Drowning
Chest constricts
Cant breathe
The slow ticking clock
Not moving forward
Time standstill
In a place
Of deep anguished
Unrest
My body battles
Constantly
Against
This oppressive
Feeling
Anguish ravishes
Through my
War torn body
This is it
I scream silently
I cry
I struggle
To keep
My head
Above this
Darkness
That engulfs me
Help me please.
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