DELUSIONS OF SUFFOCATIONS

 It occurred to me at this disclosed cubicle 

 No one was there to my rescue 

I struggled hard, my breath seized

I felt dizzy should I say I was dizzy down to the foamy floor

All I ever wanted was just a footstep of a Homo sapiens 

That just occurred to me if I live today would they know my struggle

And if I stay would these delusions keep hold of me 

I saw my death greeting me, I felt this is the end of the road

I started smiling when I was going blur in the dark 

I realized the world needs me now and it matters

I still live with these traumatizing scars 

And flashbacks of what happened that morning 

I can't  even go to the cubicle without unbolting the door

This deep scar keeps attacking me on several occasions 

But there is a miracle I would overcome.

IRENEBOADITHEPOET