Suffocation

A poem

Shreshtha
Scribe

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Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

I want to pack my bags and
Move out
Yet something pulls me inside
I scream from the top of my lungs
To let me go, I cannot breathe

This feels like a gas chamber
Somebody has given me a sentence
To wait out
And see if the gas clears
Or I surrender

I want to never see those
Faces again
Yet I feel the choke
Every time they smile
I feel the smoke
Suffocating my breath again

The pillow is wet from the
Tears of eternity
Night comes and bites me
Days run behind me

I dream of grasslands
And unicorns
Yet the weed strangles me
Wrapped all around my body
Nudge me indoors of quicksand

The volcano builds up
But never erupts
Panic sets in…
never settles down
Havoc and distress
Depressed

Take deep breaths
They say
Yet the more I breathe
The more I suffer
In this suffocation.

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Shreshtha
Scribe
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Keeping a keen eye on humans. When not writing, you can find me humming to some song, daydreaming, or plowing up research.