Gasp. Gasp. Gasp. Gasp… The Last Gasp

Life's Lessons, Poems

The smog further thickens.
The ceiling feels lowered.
I try to breathe but I cannot breathe.
Gasp.

A mind of shock.
A state of panic.
My body drops and my lungs scavenge.
Gasp.

Heartbeat slows.
Eyelids heavy.
Outside I hear muffled screams, I open my mouth but nothing.
Gasp.

Slowly choking.
Getting hotter.
So this is how a fish feels to be out of water.
Gasp.

I can see the darkness.
I can hear the silence.
The point of death. The last moment.
The last gasp.


After an eventful Friday night featuring a lot of smoke, a bit of trauma, and a world of surrealism. This is what I came up with.

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