pebbles
small and round
heavy on my tongue
am i too young?
rocks tumble down
caught in my esophagus
wish my flesh was stronger
perhaps it would stay away for longer
dropping to my gut
a cruel carnival ride
something in me buzzing
my vision fuzzing
my eyes lose sight
as weight presses down
pebbles turned boulders
something too heavy for my shoulders
no longer air in my lungs
now ebony tar
perhaps darkness is better
if i prepare my last letter
i'm scared
i should follow the plan
wait a bit more
then end this wretched war
