Constriction

The center of my chest, a tightened fist
clenched within traumatic memories past,
enshroud attention in oppressive mist
clouding lifeís present in a far off cast.

With breath shallow and unsatisfying,
the mindís eye, as shoulders quietly tense,
feverishly seeks hopeful buoying
despite overwhelming falling dream sense.

Body and thought vortex into black hole
of inescapable despondency,
reality quicksands into sinkhole
of delusional codependency,

as only emotional restrictions
rule within these strict boa constrictions.