You linger around for me on each street corner awaiting my fall. You send storms to flood my path in hopes that the heavy downpour sweeps me off my feet. Oh, your deceitful ways pull me near and only you can scare me away from who you tell me I am inside. Who am I deep inside? I walk drenched in the sweat from the strength it takes for me to run away from your ways. I feel my limbs grow weary the further I run and I can see myself sinking into the dark waters without shore. I sink so deep; my lungs cry out for air, but the weight of my heart continues to pull me down. The bottom of this ocean is dark and lonely; a painful, never-ending ride. My lungs are compressed and the pressure of life and death now lies upon my soul. Who is there to save me now when not a speck of light nor breath of air can make way to me? Who is it whom I prayed to when not a sound is heard or a presence felt? The memorized lines of rehearsed versus can flash through my head a million times, but the thought of death is nothing to you, you who awaits my fall. Oh, my lungs cannot contain the pain they feel; the breath of life or death is very near.
