I try, but I can’t.
It becomes a long lost friend.
No longer am I able to escape.
My mind starts to run,
I became out of breath.
Suffocating.
All I need is a breath of air.
But, that seems like a far-fetched dream.
I start to collapse.
“Help me!”
Discovering I can’t speak.
Thunder starts booming.
The storm rolls in.
Is this a war I cannot win?
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC
I try, but I can’t.
It becomes a long lost friend.
No longer am I able to escape.
My mind starts to run,
I became out of breath.
Suffocating.
All I need is a breath of air.
But, that seems like a far-fetched dream.
I start to collapse.
“Help me!”
Discovering I can’t speak.
Thunder starts booming.
The storm rolls in.
Is this a war I cannot win?
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