Breathless,
So it is mentioned that I gasp for life
Or that I sacrifice by wheezing
Without seeing
As if my sight was through me breathing…
Even the inhalation of my vision seems restricting,
Prohibiting me,
Limiting me to be free,
So my discomfort becomes disturbance,
And these directives are annoyance,
And this frustration is a form of irritation
So it is like my mind suffers from a rash within my exasperation…
Taunting my aggravation as if the temptation
Were to lead to a muted manifestation
Of sound,
My ground is as hollow as its reflection,
So the destination of my foundation is limitation,
The heavenly skies
Makes me die in pain so it is a sign of emotional turmoil when I cry,
A symbolic indication of when I speak, so I only speak of a lie,
And there’s no comfort when I lie
My worries down to sleep
As I have come to terms to rest six feet deep.

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