It’s as if I swallowed more than I can chew. Or sunk deeper than I can swim. Or inhaled further than I breathe.
Fingers like a vice Squeezing mercilessly Cutting out the air, the throb of the pulse, the life.
The eyes can only stay open For so long, as the breath drains.
It’s as if my head Is about to explode. Or implode. Or maybe there won’t be So much drama. Just a candle’s feeble light Getting snuffed by a sudden gust. And that it’s over before I’m even aware that I’m dead.
Life’s fingers can be So cruel sometimes. Indiscriminate in its grip.
I can’t blame suicides When they so desire To escape life’s hold.
I doubt if anyone can smile, Or laugh, Or revel And choke at the same time.