Tight
Suffocating
The itch
Oh, I was in a stitch.
The prickly shroud, a heavy cloud
My silent scream within, a twisted din
It pressed close, a cruel design
Those barbs and wires, I let out a hushed whine
The fabric held like a stubborn stain
No matter how much I writhe and tear, seek release
It never ceased, my inner pain.

It was torment
This endless plight
To feel just so much, yet lose the light.
Though in shade, a heart caught ablaze
Longing desperately for comfort,
Unafraid.