CAPTURED

Anxious, sweating, breathless,
Every bit of me felt worthless.
Was crying out your name,
As I saw you getting out of the frame.
Woke up hastily, saw me in the mirror,
Tiny drops of sweat, all over.
A bit fine realizing it was a dream,
Yet my mind filled with limitless screams.
A scream "why am I intoxicated"?
A scream "why am I so dependent"?
A scream "No, I don't want to fall",
A scream "how have you captured my claustrophobic soul"?

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