Slow Suffocation

Without these words
I’d fall to dust
lying under passerby’s
trampled by feet.

Left to be completely unknown
left to be completely unnoticed.

Winds would scream ripples
through my gritty skin.

Loss of words
means imageless thoughts,
emotions and dreams.

Loss of words
means no tragic art for you
and no repent, release for me.

No chance of saving my sanity,
or clear air to breathe.

Just,
slow suffocation.

Slow Suffocation

sweetmiseryxx

Bowmanville, Canada

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