Asphyxia, Death, Repair Poem by Bianca Free

The muddy water
makes it unbearable to breathe,
but the sobs
clear my lungs.
The sighs
clear my lungs.
The tears
clear my lungs.

The afflictions
make me want to die,
but the dreams
keep me alive.
The people
keep me alive.
The days
keep me alive.

A black hole
sucks in everything I build,
but with hope
I can repair my world.
With heart
I can repair my world.
With persistence
I can repair my world.

And again, again,
It's hard to breathe,
I want to die,
But I repair my world.