7th December - Trapped Below a Bed of Loose Leafed Paper

I drown.
I sink.
I’m trapped below a bed of loose leafed paper.
I feel unable to breathe.

They clamour.
They holler.
The commotion engulfs my tired mind.
The noise overwhelms.

It’s sweltering.
It’s boiling.
It’s muggy by my desk.
The feeling is unbearable.

Feel bewildered.
Feel bemused.
Feel lost as the content mystifies me.
The brain freezes.

I lift.
I bus.
I’m home.
I relax.
I forget.

- Jack Green, 07/12/10