Heavy Air

The pressure restricts as the air gains weight,

Tension, pulsing and binding.

A breath cut short, a step short of hate,

in the light that is nothing but blinding.

 

Try to see clear,

but nothing is near.

 

The halting wind, the cracking trees,

as each part shatters.

A soul bent low and on its knees,

the loss is all that matters.

 

Try to stand,

but there’s no safe land.

 

The air is still, my breathing halted,

nothing left of dreams once exalted.

Blink, surrender, sleep,

 

wake? 

 

 

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