Breathing Dead

Without the oxygen to feed my heart. My lungs have no reason to do their part. With time erasing nubile hope. There seems no reason left to cope. With every chance that I've been given. I've lost desire to keep on livin'. When unscented smoke paralyzes. I just put on my fake disguises. When and if has come and gone. With every clouded new born dawn. A soul that's left with lost regret. For never gambling to lose the bet. An ancient proverbial dismay. That leaves me nothing left to say. A stillness that has robbed my soul. And in it's place, you see the toll. Note: this was inspired by the posting of poems on I can't Breathe. PS. ??now I realize what I can’t breathe is about. ????