I walk with ambitious expectations My head filled with slow frustration Air around me is radiation clouding in my lungs
My heart beats like a steady train Slow but heavy, polluting my brain Everyone around me is evil, or am I just mad?
Stop looking, stop thinking. Stop all the foolish queries. Doubt and hope and endless confusion weighing me down as I quiver with fear.
I can't, I have to, I will.
Outside I can breathe, on my own, when the bats and the flies no longer surround me. Fresh air so smooth and clean, Inside there it's clouded and thick. Now I am a bird, though my wings will not lift.
The rain starts to pour but I cannot shift. I try and I try but my bones are too weak, hollow, compressed and my eyesight's turned bleak.
I realize suddenly, in all my fear, that behind me was my future, all I hold dear. Water is rising, my lungs start to fill. I'm no longer a bird, but a flower. No power. No will.