Artist: Francois Miville-Deschenes

Suffocate
By:  JoAnna Martin

Awareness fading,
perception distorted,
everything in my life,
goes unrewarded.
Wandering
through the night
like a ghost
removed from light.
Detached from existence,
roaming alone.
A veil of darkness
to call my own. 
I’m heading off 
to barren places,
something to fill
my empty spaces.
Pursuing serenity,  
I keep trying,
Its too late...
I’m slowly dying.
Lacking dreams
to re-create,
I allow my soul
to suffocate.


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