I wish i could explain
how my throat closes shut as I stand to speak,
how my knees feel weaker as mind sways bleak,
how my mind plays hollowing beliefs on repeat.
When the wind fights with the air,
With nothing in my lungs to spare.
My final breath, my final blow,
how much longer do I have to suffer from below.
Below where everyone is, below where I should be.
But too high for me to keep at this degree.
If I could explain,
how the water drowns me in a sea of wherever the others have been,
how I disagree and cannot keep still,
how I stood as the water disappeared
without ever being here.
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