My Soul has always been suffering from this phobia called claustrophobia. Everyone of us has some or the other kind of fear in our mind but, here, arises a question - 'Do these fears even exist?'

These hard times remind me
Of the last elevator I used.
Also, of the first movie theatre I stepped into.
These enclosed walls seem familiar.
The dark ones there,
The whitewashed here.
But, all enclosed, all suffocating.

Rubbing my knuckles against the wall.
Breath shortening moment-by-moment.
The burning heat I feel within.
Shaky legs, sweaty palms.
Teeth biting the lips,
Closed eyes pressed hard.
My fears have made me weak.

Don't know whether it's these walls
Or my hallucinating thoughts, falling over me.
Don't know whether it's the fear
Or the Devil, residing in my mind.
Hold on, does it even exist?