Thread: Sufocating

This one is complete. Lol I've finally finished a poem for sure.

Suffocating

Withering away within
Slowly drowning to death
Hands of some unknown force
Are clamped firmly around my neck

I feel like I’m suffocating
Where’s the fresh air?
It’s tainted with pollution
That no one can purify

The flowers aren’t in bloom anymore
Even though it’s that time of year
Their petals are falling…
Blowing away in the corrupt wind

Life isn’t what it used to be
And I don’t think I can carry on
Simple joys are all but gone
And true smiles are far and in between

It’s not enough for me any longer
To just look out the window
Everything is unfolding
I want to be part of it entirely

Sometimes I wonder if…
I’ve ever lived at all