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Dec 2013
Breathing is hard.
Every gasp is like I'm barely treading water
Each second is another under the waves
I am gasping for air
My throat is closing
Somebody help me!?!?!

Seeing is hard.
The salt water is burning my eyes and the skies are dark
I barely know which way is up
I'm wiping my eyes in between the lightning strikes
I'm giving up, screaming, crying pretentiously
The sea will have none of it...

I'm giving up.
I just filled my lungs with salt water, intentionally
This is my last goodbye
I sink like a rock
I close my eyes and think a prayer
This is the end.
This is how I feel sometimes. I want to give up.
I'm not cut out for this whole life thing. There is an elephant on my chest.
It simulates harder breathing than that of my worst asthma.
Sam Conrad
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Sam Conrad
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