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Trapped in one’s own body

that for years danced.

Now buried in a living tomb

A shell of worthless flesh.

The panic that rises;

Screaming, Screaming inside.

Falling on deaf ears,

In a chamber of emptiness.

The agony climbs

When one's breaths

Can not express life.

Waiting, praying for death.

I think this is written well, a little dark for me, the description is very good.

Thank you Lane and welcome to The Garden.