Moonlit Poetry

Oxygen

i can't breathe
my lungs inhale desperately
(in out in out in out)
but there is no air to inhale

fingers with dirty chipped fingernails
scrabbling at a gasping throat
trying to do something anything
to find
oxygen

black cold dark swirling spinning
chaotically
desperate desperate desperate
there's a need a need to
survive

how terrible it must be:
to be caught between life and death
to wait an eternity before you discover

whether your lungs have won the battle
(or lost)