No Breath

I feel as if I'm out of breath, searching for where it has went, I feel the wind caress my face, it tortures me, invades my space, it mocks me. like that burdened bird inside the book, my pages torn, I have that look, of beaten, weathered, damaged goods, should I give in, or should, I should, feel in it's haunting. like midnight during graveyard dances, abandoned houses, bad advances, from strangers with a crooked smile, they becon me to join the pile, of bones. it's been too long since I have spoke, my lungs, as they begin to fold, they hunger for relief, I'm told, the end is bittersweet, I'ts gold, I toss and turn my life unfolds, my hands, my lungs, my body sold, to dirt, to dark, my eyes they roll, Back.