My Receptacle

The world seems to crumble around me

All four walls close in, slowly and steadily 

Grasping for breath! I begin to quiver

Throwing my hands in the air, I feel the walls, they are proximate

It is all dark all around, the black seems to hurt my eyes 

My heart thumps loud against my chest, void fills my mind

Oh no! The vessels seem to rise, reaching its zenith

My mouth is all dry, my urge to live has reached its summit

The air highlights quietude, all of a sudden the motion stops

I can hear the blood venturing through my heart, the temperature abruptly drops 

Beads of perspiration on my forehead, my eyes all welled up

I realize I am now done

As if living every moment, my eyes take all their leisurely time to close

I feel I will now rise to a bed of rose

I wake up in my heimat , to trepidation and apprehension 

Oh no! It was all a dream, someone please take me back, I felt better there, take me back to my receptacle