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Efforts to explain without a voice

When you can't breathe Sometimes you use your last breath to shout it One last ditch attempt to survive Which hastens the end Time moves differently in these moments After the scream It is painful and slow Eked out in measured pain My throat hurts My chest hurts It is hard to think But time spirals in front of me like an eternity I can't remember what I wished for Or what needs to change I just need to breathe to survive

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Date: 2/19/2024 12:00:00 PM
Thank you enjoyed your work very well
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Date: 2/20/2024 9:21:00 AM
Glad you liked it, thanks
Date: 2/18/2024 4:38:00 PM
This is a very descriptive poem that teeters on worthiness of the New England Medical Journal. I liked it, though it is a little scary.
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Date: 2/20/2024 9:21:00 AM
Ooh - I've never read that journal but perhaps it teeters into personal experience of a medical event a little. Although more as a metaphor in my case than actuality. Thank you for your comment
Date: 2/18/2024 2:11:00 AM
You described it perfectly. There is no feeling in this world quite like not being able to breathe. Yes it hurts but that's not what worries you its the desperation. You described those intense moments incredibly well D.
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Date: 2/18/2024 4:12:00 AM
lol. It is kinda funny, because I experience what you wrote for real quite often, and you got it right spot on. Its called Laryngospasm. My voice box closes - its what I get raced to hospital so often for.
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Date: 2/18/2024 3:06:00 AM
Thank you Wen, I'm trying to think how to explain why I'd use something as dramatic as this. I suppose I rarely even think when I'm writing - I just don't feel like I've taken a proper breath in a really long time and perception of time is lost when in this state. I want to be understood as much as I want to understand myself. Explaining it in poetry is all I can try for right now. Like too many words make it less clear... Thanks for your comment, feel like I've been a bit dodgy picking this metaphor though now I reflect x

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