I am surrounded by four grey wall,
Trying my best to not bawl,
The typing noise deafens my ears,
Sitting here, passed by long years,
As I gasp to breathe, the air disappears,
Leaving me suffocating and in tears,
Everyone here seems to get it together,
Outside the window is nice weather,
And I am stuck here before the screen,
The agony of containment makes me lean,
Grinding my teeth as I don’t want to create a scene,
I am a fly that is in underwater,
Where it is getting more hotter,
Even though my hands are winter,
I stare at the clock ticking slowly,
And it strikes five showily,
Tomorrow I have to do this again half-heartedly.

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© Swaathy