Literature

When I breathe

My lungs are hollow 
Empty sacks in my chest.
Agony they create
With every slow breath

I wish to end
The restless torture.

I wish to breathe
warm, loving air

My mind begins to fail
Oxygen the only cure
Yet water surrounds me
I am at a lost for words

Your grip still haunts me
Powerful and strong.
The mark your nails left
Will forever scar me. 
The pressure in my head
Burns my memory

my face is cold
water drips, almost frozen

If you want to walk hand in hand,
You must teach me how to breathe.
For you took my memory of oxygen away
When you broke my beating heart

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