Tell me, how am I supposed to breathe with no air? Paper-thin walls, it is suffocating in here. Small and confined, me alone, the room starts to get smaller. I am only accompanied by my worried thoughts. Words so powerful they fill the room with misery and block the escape. I'm drowning, in worries from tomorrow already overflowing from yesterday. Do you see me? Do you see me struggling? The water is so clear I can see people staring, why is no one taking charge and reaching a hand out to help me? Am I not loud enough. I can't scream, I can't scream without air. Do you not see this? No gravity! Gravity to put me down on my feet. Are you sure? Are you sure there is air at all? There isn't the slightest air pressure either. Now I'm falling. Where has gravity gone? My knees go weak. I don't want to face it. I don't want to get out of bed. I'll be confined with my deepest remorse, worries, oh how I worry. My worries will eat me up from the inside and consume me from the outside, Like a skinny dog, gnawing on a rotten bone. I'm holding on to cliffs edge. A hand or oxygen tank would be nice. It feels as if I can't breathe.
- No air.
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surviving the storm
PoetryA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
