Suffocating
Drowning in a bag full of waterless tears,
My lungs screaming in protest,
As I feebly try to call out for help,
The corners of my vision are slowly slipping away,
As I fight to stay awake,
A part of my mind knowing it is useless,
Knowing the end was near,
I willingly close my eyes,
Giving in to the fate forced upon me,
Until his face fills my mind,
The memory of him surrounding me like a warm blanket,
So I struggle on,
Aching to see him one more time,
So I fight to stay alive,
Suffocating untl he fids me again.
Copyright © Ruth Toole | Year Posted 2011
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