Crushing.

Walls close in silence.

Creeping with Darkness.

Suffocating my air.

My world turns to blur.

 

My light flickers.

My air thins.

I crumble to the ground.

To dust I go.

 

Recollected with strength.

Light heats to fire.

My air returns,

And my heart turns cold. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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