Slide, Swipe and stare

Thoughts conspicuous by absence

Something seems to be sinking

Sinking to a depth not known

But how much can flow out

The reservoirs gets drained 

The moist air must rise

To accumulate and give back

The empirical evidence though

Is not of a nature encouraging

Leaving one breathless 

Grappling and struggling for air

Sheer desperation gives a respite brief

But doesn't solve the problem whole

Fear of suffocation keeps nagging

Why this ailment continues to inflict?