Phobia

by Sarah   Mar 9, 2009


Walls are closing in.
Time is passing through.
Confined for life without a clue!
Creeping inside, not knowing where to hide!
Lurking seems just fine as I swallow this wine.
Drained from a place I used to own.
Enslaved by fear in an empty zone.

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