Lungs filled up
with
questions questions questions.
Like in the pool as a child,
How long can you hold your breath?
Held under,
Burning pushing screaming
You've got to hold your breath.
The fraction left not choked out
by the uncertainties of the future
is weak, fatigued, and plagued by
doubt.
Minuscule trivialities become juggernauts
crushing the remains of structure.
When will I reach the surface?
What do I have left?
When can I breathe again?
Jul 7, 2011
Jul 7, 2011 at 9:04 PM UTC
Lungs filled up
with
questions questions questions.
Like in the pool as a child,
How long can you hold your breath?
Held under,
Burning pushing screaming
You've got to hold your breath.
The fraction left not choked out
by the uncertainties of the future
is weak, fatigued, and plagued by
doubt.
Minuscule trivialities become juggernauts
crushing the remains of structure.
When will I reach the surface?
What do I have left?
When can I breathe again?