BLUES AND BLAHS

It’s not that the air is poisonous
But you’re still struggling for breath
And as your lungs begin to collapse,
You realize,
That suffocation is worse than death.

You try to shout and you cry aloud
So they can hear your tale of woe
But all are trapped in their stifling rooms
And thus, your agony is only yours to know.

So, with your heart craving
Every last breath of oxygen
That your failing lungs can supply,
Being smothered by your own emotions,
Slowly and steadily you die.

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