Suffocation

Life is really a slow death. Suffocating under the strain of staying alive.

Suffocating under my own fear

Under the weight of my broken dreams

Falling from eye is a cold tear

For now I must die, or so it seems

O to be free of these locks and chains

Can I ever breathe free once again?

Am I forever left with sin stains?

There is no way I can still pretend

I can breathe no longer, world goes black

O the pain! O the sorrow! O death.

No air, no more breath, I can’t go back

Reviews

[Holly]

This is pretty much the story of my life.. Such a deep and thought provoking poem. Excellent!

[Tina Louise UK]

I could really relate to this one, another excellent piece :) x

[Shaquana Adams]

This poem inspires thoughts of happiness. As if one can erase/ let go of the past and every stress they have, and they can start by taking a big breath. Great job Mike :)

[Mike Wolfe]

Not exactly meant to inspire happiness, but I see where you're coming from and I agree with you

[Gurglesnarch van Caasi]

Excellent acrostic, and well done indeed, Mr Wolfe.
There is also a sad amount of truth to this, and countless people are smothered by their trials.

[Lilac]

I don't understand how people allow guilt to rule their lives. The past belongs in the past. This poem makes me want to breathe in the cold air deeply... and let everything go - start fresh.....

[Mike Wolfe]

I'm glad. This poem was written to describe the situation of so many people, they are ruled by stress, by guilt, by the hardship of life. It's not always the past that suffocates someone. It could be a life situation. The kid watching his parents get a divorce. The teenage girl finding out her boyfriend cheated on her. The man living with the fear that he'll lose his job. The widow crying for her husband. These suffocate us. And before we realize it, we find out we are walking with a dead soul. Other stuff I've written is meant to show hope, to tell them there is a way out. To show there is more to life than death. Check out Awe, Darkness, and Salvation for those. Other things are meant to paint a picture of the despair of some parts of life. Suffocation and Burn for example. My message in my writings is to convey the light and the dark of the world. Paint the world how it is, black and white. A spiritual battlefield

[Kalen Luciano]

Lovely explanation. I loved the poem immediately because of how it related to my life. Keep up the excellent work!