I seem to be semi-conscience,
Coherent yet unable to speak,
I see you, though you don' t register,
I scream but no one hears,
This dark cloud descends onto me,
The world on my shoulders a weight
That somehow became heavier,
Others walk through, I cannot.
The smoke is too thick,
It's toxic fume suffocating me,
It's unknown face behind
Layers and layers of masks,
I feel the hands of faith,
I hear the sweet tone of hope,
Although I can't grab them
I know they exist in my heart,
It doesn't matter how much I breathe
The smoke still remains,
I can run and run at a constant speed
But the smoke will still be there,
This dark cloud descends onto me,
The world on my shoulders a weight
That somehow became heavier,
Others walk through, I cannot.
Here I am left behind to deal with
The mess that was forgotten,
Picking up the pieces I realise
I can't figure out this puzzle alone,
I need help. I need help.
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