Powder
grey powder blows into my eyes
my face
I cant breathe
I run through the house
Begging everyone to give me air
They stare
They laugh
I fall
It's going dark
and dark
I rolled over off my pillow and woke up
Posted in response to the challenge Dreaming.
If i take a deep breath in
Will i suffocate on the fight?
On the trying
The trying
Ive been trying
Desperate
Ive been so desperate. Please understand.
When you lose your art
you cry.
your music,
your drawings, your poems
gone.
there goes happiness.
there goes memories.
there goes progress;
and problems.
there she goes.
I was on a plane
I don't know
the rest.
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