Don’t keep it.
What have i done?
Control not yourself,
Loosen up, don’t restraint.
I can’t read between the lines.
Tell me its breaking my heart;
I know i am damn, i am hurt too.
We’re dying, this air, this space, killing us.
In response to NovemberNotes challenge hosted by Theresa Doughty of Hearstrings Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer.
Day 10 prompt: Air by Rayvon Owen