It feels like I’m locked in here,
This dwarf-sized room,
Enough to fit only me
And no one else.

It’s scary
Having to stay trapped in here
With claustrophobia kicking in,
Especially when you never had it in the first place.

It’s getting harder to breathe.
The oxygen in the air grows thinner,
And there is sawdust all around me,
As termites eat the wood
Which is holding up the ceiling.

It’s just a matter of time 
Before I succumb to lack of air
Or the crash of the ceiling above me.