Breathing Gray
Reaching for air I feel like
I am being crushed by
A thousand tons of
Wet cement and am
Going to be
Buried alive.
Swimming through
Wet gray I still
See only black.
I wish I could
Lay beneath the
Stars once more.
Constantly bumping into
Slowly hardening gray
The black grows
Dark and thick.
My lungs feel as though
They are to turn
To powder.
No small gasps could
Satisfy under such pressure
And I fear this darkness
Has no end...
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