When will I stop
Posted on Friday, February 07, 2014
Pigeons circled my head,
hovering, thinking they were vultures.
Death was in their eyes
as if I was their prey.
Stagnant air made every footstep
heavier than the previous.
With a clenched fist I banged my chest,
like a drum it sounded.
Driblets fell onto the concrete
tis was no surprise.
Spat my lungs out, feeling asphyxiated
I was blind for a moment.
Teary eyed from the horse cough
i gasped as I felt like I have drowned.
All I saw was a blurred vision of the pool,
Vignetted by shadows of chemicals
I was hit, but not wavered
I stood my ground
Finished off what I started,
and time to finish for good.
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