Asphyxia

Tough times birth the best pieces. Enjoy.

This air held in hangs tight

as I stand here, held down

underneath deceased emotions.

How is one to feel

what doesn't wish to be felt,

what doesn't seek to be saved?

I've ran a million miles

in what felt like a day,

now my pulse has collapsed on the floor

and so I simply cannot breathe any longer.

I tried to hold on -

it's obvious which of us is strongest,

but standing here is an emotionless seed

long fallen from the tree,

and like the breath who left me,

my feelings are long gone.