Polluted Air

Life is truly unfair, why continue to breathe toxic air, why dare to care, singles versus pairs, prayers unanswered feels invisible, the pain can feel unliveable, why must the air I breathe be so thick & heavy, instead of light and merry, love and life uncertain and scary, my emotional state often buried, clearly my path is blurry, the war within is brutal & life begins to feel futile, will my energy fade to black, this air is smothering l, not mothering, nurturing wounds/nourish wombs to nurturing tombs, this air consumes, will it be too my doom, mushrooms alter thoughts am I even thinking or feeling, perhaps an expression of an ending, this air has me always defending, love me only when I'm trending/bending/giving, its a message im sending Rate this poem:(5.00 / 1 vote)