Airtight Container Poem by Scott J. Shepard

If life were as free as air,
if everything I ever needed were words as wise as wind
and the lifespan of history were a gentle breeze of romance
whispering every one of your desires softly into my ear;
than why do I feel like I'm suffocating on my own self-worth?
Like my mouth ajar is some holy water vending machine
and I'm choking on the pennies so you can feel God
as he wraps his hands around my neck
If life were as free as air,
than why do I always feel like this is death breathless in His name?