Interstitial Poem by Madison Riley

So this is my life.
Everything becomes a blur.
The room begins to spin.
Pitchblack.
Silence.
Suffocating.
As I hear my skillfully constructed walls falling down with ease
I strain to catch my breath; I'm afraid of this disease.
Gasp.
Deep Intake.
Nothing.
A dim light is all I can make out in front of me.
The muffled sounds of people talking surround me.
Gasp.
Deep Intake.
Finally; Air!
It fills my damaged lungs like an empty balloon.
I am careful as to not take in too much air
For I know it could be my last.

I am too young to die.