A Cold Grasp

A Cold grasp

Clutches your soul

As your last breath

Blows from your lips


you gasp for air

But you're cut off

By a suffocating pull


You try to fight it

Stay awake; stay alive

But you flutter in and out

Of consciousness


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2nd poem I've written is about the suffocating anxioety that I deal with.

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