A Cold Grasp

March 18, 2022

A Cold grasp

Clutches your soul

As your last breath

Blows from your lips

you gasp for air

But you're cut off

By a suffocating pull

You try to fight it

Stay awake; stay alive

But you flutter in and out

Of consciousness

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InvisibleUnnamedMar 18, 2022

<p>2nd poem I've written is about the suffocating anxioety that I deal with.</p>

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