All Suffocating Poem by Sara Hol

A layout of pictures overcrowd my walls,
with each second; all becomes severed and falls

Their destiny awaits, to crowd my face,
burying me deep with their paper embrace.

I panic to breathe, as sharp corners attack
I have extreme paranoia, that I can never turn back.

Minutes fall to seconds, my fate penetrating
an epiphany; my life seems to be an empty, worthless war
to where I struggle to swim, and can never reach shore.

In future generations, the past, the current time today
we have achieved discreet knowledge and fear,
with less to gain

My theory is simple, and easy enough to prove
we are all suffocating, with everything to lose