Why Fight

Panic runs chaotically screaming 
Through out your brain.
Wake up!
Finally, your body complies.
Your lungs suddenly heave
An automatic breath.
You are bound and terrified,
Trying to fight for freedom.
The only sounds are that,
Of your own whimpers and screams.
Your heart beats impatiently,
While you try to gain some,
Perspective over your predicament.
However, there seems to be no light,
No noise, and no room to move.
You're engulfed in nothing!
“Is anybody there?”
Your screams continue to go unheard.
Your lungs begin to weaken,
As the air grows heavy around you.
You ponder-Where am I?
What could I have done?
For you this grave,
It has been chosen.
Now, forever in it you must lay!

Lyn Church

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