The Weight of Air

Inhale, a slow drag, filling up the void,

a rhythm so heavy, my chest meets its weight,

in every gasp, a battle, my mind feels destroyed,

each exhale a whisper, a moment of fate.

I wait in the stillness, thoughts like restless waves,

a meeting looms near, with burdens I bear,

these breaths stitch together the fears I engrave,

traffic outside honks, drowning all in despair.

Yet still I breathe deep, through the weight of the sound,

every inhale a push against the night’s black,

drowning in noise, but here I am found,

my heart beats, I am still here, no turning back.