No Room To Breathe (life took all from me)


I am sick and tired
of this so-called life,
Without room to breathe
I toss and turn in my bed all night.
Am I the only one who finds no release?

I fight against life’s demands
forever tossing in a foreign land,
left to my dreams command.

Doomed to roam free
upon the cloudless sky,
blue and high as each
star shines for me. 

I am sick and tired
of this so-called life,
going nowhere on a fast pace life.

Life throbs to breathe,
aches to be free,
from this doomed
plane of existence that is me.

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