Smoke
Stuck in a haze, vision’s all gray,
Room like a maze, I cannot stay
Mind is a blaze.
Choking on ash, trying to thinks fast
Thoughts will not amass, body’s about to crash.
Last moments starts to flash,
Suffocation ends at last.
words count (42)
6/3/2020 written for SOME KIND OF SENSUAL' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by nette onclaud
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