Gasping for Air

A very strange poem.

Photo by Christian Wiediger on Unsplash

Suffocation left me very tired.

I gasp for air, but I get no answer.

I am very tired, my bones are aching.

But I won’t give up, I will never do it.

I will work harder than ever. Promise.

My body is almost broken, but I can do it.

No more deep suffocating fears, dear.

I deserve to heal my mortal soul.

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Patricia Pixie❤

Billingual writer/music lover/tarot reader/Interested in the mysteries of the human mind misspatypixie@outlook.com