I fear

Being helpless

As I am forced

Into the white gown.

I fear

The induced numbness

Forcing me into submission

As I'm thrown around.

I fear

Not being able

To run

When I see

The wooden corners

Of the crude box.

I fear

Not being able to

Raise my hands

To push against

The lid that steals

The last of the light.

I fear

The blindness

I'd encounter even

With open eyes.

I fear

Not being able

To use my voice

To call for help

When the walls

Start closing in.

I fear

Not being able

To move my hands

To bang the walls

That suffocate me

Slowly,

From within.

I fear

Not being able to

Feel my legs

To kick the wood

For a chance of escape.

I fear

Not being heard

When I cry

As I breathe

The last of the air

In the small space.

I fear

Not being able to

Raise my head

To look around

To see

I am where.

I fear

The burn in my lungs

The panic in my mind

As I try to take in

Air that isn't there.

I fear

Hearing the sound;

The sick rhythm

As the last nail

Is hammered in.

I fear

Hearing the deranged laughter

Of my torturer

As he plans

My 'funeral'

With a grin.

I fear

The pain

My heart would suffer

The delusions

My mind would bring

Upon itself

When I realize that

To save me

No one's coming.

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