The smoke in the air

I can't see

the smoke is thick

seas of gray

depths of blindness

so many voices

cry out 

to me

I can't breath

my lungs

stop working

I fall

on the smoke

like a cloud

it bursts apart

and yet

I'm down

my eyes

fall

leaving the pitch black

I fall

into eternity

into your arms?

I wake

to find

it was you

your the smoke

the atrocity that killed me

with you I'm weak

and all the voices

my own voice

telling me to leave you

but yet

here I lay

you asleep

and yet I stay

because I'm afraid

I go to sleep

and the smoke consumes me

Reviews

[vido.]

i love the in depth metaphor referenced in your poem. a joy to read, well done-