Breathe, Take Me Away From Here

A short poem about a shortened life

Photo by Amr Elmasry on Unsplash

Breath, feel the haze

close in around your brain

as the smoke hides

the mirror, and your face.

Play your games

and chase your daze —

your sober self draws near,

toxic, blind, forever chasing.

From fear

always running, tears

can be bloody,

please,

take me away from here.