The home that I call my mind.

It’s cloudy,

I cannot maneuver through this heavy fog.

Something feels cemented in my throat,

Making it severely difficult to breathe.

Deep breaths aren’t satisfying in this matter.

I cannot see my surroundings,

Causing my anxiety to get increasingly higher

At a rapid rate.

I’m on high alert in this place.

This place has become my home,

The home that I call my mind.