Sorry

I think I'll die by suffocating
That's what I tell you in the conversation
We'll never have
Because you don't exist
Sorry
It's one of the worse ways to go
Pleading with the universe for any air
My brain would be screaming
And all I can do is listen as it yells
And all I can say is 
Sorry
I didn't want this to happen
But sometimes I chew on cotton 
And I run out of water
And sometimes I swallow wrong
And there's an air bubble in my throat
And I think I'm going to die
So to my brain
Sorry
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October 14, 2023 at 8:24 PM
Ah, I must say that your poems really hit hard, this one's deeply poignant and somehow made me emotive.. Sigh, that feeling of 'suffocation' and 'getting choked in such a way that even tears get forced to work against gravity but eyes have abandoned them! Those ending lines are so heartfelt.. "And there's an air bubble in my throat and I think I'm going to die", "Pleading with the universe for any air" A very vulnerable poem.. Grief is reflecting in every syllable here..
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December 3, 2023 at 1:35 AM
Hey Hiya! I'm glad you were able to resonate with my poem, as grief-heavy as it may be. It means a lot that my words are able to evoke some emotion, so thank you for sharing your perspective on this one! I appreciate you!
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