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The Room

The walls are closing in
The door�s not opening
The pace is harrowing �
The way is narrowing �
I need to find the key �
Before these walls overtake me �
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No time for patience �
Or passive complacence �
Attempt to pick the lock �
It holds steadfast as if to mock �
Every inch closer to the end �
The space tightens with no relent �
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Try to slow the progression �
Fight imposing depression �
Beginning to lose hope �
Nearing the end of my rope �
Searching for a sign or clue �
Will these walls be my final view? �
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Is there a button or a lever �
Hidden somewhere clever? �
Behind a painting or a mirror �
As my fate is edging nearer �
I lift another floorboard �
But I can�t escape this horror �
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The clock turns, with every tick �
Feeling more claustrophic �
Screaming for help until gasping for air �
Enveloped by everlasting despair �
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I manically cry �
Until panic subsides �
And acceptance replaces qualms �
As my penance, embrace the calm �
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I finally resign �
Leave all my regrets behind �
How did I wind up in this bind? �
Lack of light renders me blind �
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Into abyss, thrown and thrust �
My bones will soon be crushed to dust �
Naught but a stone faced empty husk �
Slipping alone into the dusk