Suffocation - Poem by Jessica LaDuron
the room turns to black
and everything fades to darkness,
i can't see my own fate,
let alone my own fingers,
there is no way out,
or if there is, i cannot see it.
i will be trapped here,
my oxygen count is depleting,
and i no longer feel safe,
it feel like the walls are closing in,
and squishing me,
till it feels like my lungs will collaspe,
i will die in the pitch-black place,
will anyone be able to hear my screams,
or will they just turn to silence after a while,
will anyone care that i am missing, that i am gone?
will they come looking for me,
will they shout my name in agony and despair,
or will i be lost with the other dead people,
that no one ever cared about.
will my story be passed along the villagers?
my tale told around a campfire,
and when i am long gone,
will i still be remembered,
or will my face just loom around,
and occasionally be looked for,
like the countless people
who have been lost in time?
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