ONWARD

27 Mar ONWARD

The world clasps so damn tight

I fight back with all of my might

fingers still wrap around my throat

A firmly held inescapable choke

eyes can’t see through all this smoke

Any confidence a false cloak

Try and rip these digits off my neck

Now I’m drowning in all this sweat

Cement shoes pulling to a liquid net

I survive, no quit in me yet

Failing is consistently a losing bet

So I inhale through restrictive smoke

I Laugh through airways tightly choked

I don’t belong but I smile strong

Me and my scarred throat