My hands claw at the walls,
my eyes squeezed shut,
my breath coming in short gasps.
The walls press against my body;
I hear my screams, but they sound far off.
Someone help me
because I’m dying,
maybe not on the outside, but my mental boundaries are
The panic I feel is overwhelming.
My brain is going to burst.
My lungs cannot grab enough oxygen;
are the walls spinning?
And here I am
pounding the walls,
because the elevator door won’t open.
(I used a prompt based on my worst fear.)