Let me breathe

latest poem from Henry JudgeBush Akuete on the convergence of negativity on the path of a mortal man's succcess

All comes to conspire
In the course to consume me
Life becomes a murky mist
Condensing to soak my lungs

I thrash and i scramble
Seeking to find respite
How i live is mystery
For death is all that greets me

All my hands are forlon
All i do becomes weary
A smile is but a wish
Laughter a kings ransom

I yearn to gasp again
To fill my lungs with purpose
I need to rest a while
For a while i need to breathe

The End

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