Suffocating

Blood rises, body feels in a cocoon,
tightening, constricting,
heart pounds from fear
there is not escape.

Door to the mind
slammed shut by stress operator,
air grows stale
lung find it so hard to breath,
taking the chamber
up the levels of success
always carries the anxiety
about the supports snapping
then crashing to oblivion.

Can’t stop to get off
might end up on a floor
where assassins wait
to make you disappear.

But it is so crowded
so many passengers wanting to ascend,
question nags in gripping dread
who will get pushed off first
before the top is reached?

Riding never a joy
hoping the top will have a great view,
without having to see the corpses
lying on the ground.