Soul depleting as everything else suffocates.
Been drowning through the perfect storm,
As the waves continue to crash.
Grasping and grasping,
I cannot reach the surface.
Will it ever come,
How long can the body take the suffrage?
Small, quick breaths and moments of light,
Only keep the organs functioning.
Twenty years have come and gone,
I need meaning behind my breath.
And yet I have only seen a glimpse of the sunshine outside of this storm.
Mother nature allow the storm to cease,
and my soul to release.
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