No Air (Poem)

 

I cannot breathe.

Being pulled back and forth.

As if my mind has not been,

used and abused,

Since the clock struck 9.

I pushed in the key

Heard the tumble of the lock

I need you here.

This moment.

This very second.

Can I take my coat off?

Can I put my bag down?

I asked for this didn’t I?

When offered the position?

I said Yes.

It was one night.

I didn’t care about air.

I didn’t even know my name.

It was heaven.

Now I’m insane.

Trying to take a deep breath.

Trying to fill my lungs.

“I can do this”

I will not be undone.