If I were to leave
it would mean I would be able to breath.
And if you were to leave me-
then my eyes would be more open to clearly see.
But you suffocate me in a way that no one can really see.
And I am left to a darkened small box to heave.
And only beg for air to breathe.
If I walk through a park,
you won't even let me feel the wind blow against me.
Neither a hot meal fill me.
A setting Sun cannot soothe me.
A cool glass of water does not soothe me.
I cannot express how far from you-
I long to be
I hunger and thirst to just be free.
How I want for a breeze to touch me,
a setting Sun- to hold me.
Perhaps a summer night’s walk can console me?
But must you take everything from me?
Let me just have a bath.
Do you mind if I enjoy the cat?
Is it all right if I see a movie?
Sitting alone in the theater does not bother me.
But damn you!
that you won't leave.
Please just go away. Let me be.
I am begging to just breath-
begging to see-
begging to feel the breeze-
begging for food to fill me-
For the sun to hold me-
For the moonlight to console me.
But you won't leave.
Maybe death is now right for me?
Or back into the dark isolated lonely closet suffocating- sweating-
and heaving to breathe
and life is death for me