Darkness all around...
My hands groping in vain,
To find something which I knew before
To give some air to my dying soul...
Feeling suffocated, I struggle with myself,
Not to reach for the ventilator by my side
Oh my ventilator, I love it so much
For it gives me my air to live…
But I cant touch it ~ Its not mine…
A desperate cry screams in my inside ~
"I want to breath before I die…"
But my ventilator's not mine...
And oh..I need a breath…
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I need a new poem. :) Once again, this one hit close to home.
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