As the grips tighten
Even air cannot push through
Instead of grasping for air
I crave for more
As oxygen escapes my mouth
Heads on the cloud
Silenced
The voices vanished
No room for overthinking
heads empty.
No thoughts nor air can come
Escape
Escaping from reality.
As the clouds call for me
No sign of resistance
As I took my last glanced
Smile
Forming in my pale lips
Tears continue to flows
Neck starting to fall
As I take my last bow
To a tragic life that has come to its end.
YOU ARE READING
Flowing words
PoetryThe words flow through her mind But never in her mouth Fighting to be burst out loud Until it's forgotten and never to be found
