No title #2

Seriously I have too many poems from my younger years with no title's.

Fear is all around me

Haunting my reality

Scared to breathe 

Frozen as if locked 

in a tomb.

My eyes are open

but still they can't see

my lips are open

but can not speak 

can't fight back

because I'm to wreak.

Sadness etched on 

my frightened face

tears sliding down

leaving silver wet lines.