I carry my dreams

Like oxygen cylinders

On this one lifetime climb.

Oh what a burden!

Should I leave it here?

It’d be easier.




The air is thinning,

The breaths are short,

Heart beats sounding

Like angry poundings on my front door,

As death came knocking

I intended to go




The mask on my face

With oxygen brimming

The poundings fading

Death receding.


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