By Senarble Campbell
"Let My Skin Breathe"
Am I asking too much to not want to suffer?
Or being chased by my inner struggles while
Trying to avoid the external troubles?
Issues, confusion, doubts, and many more are
no longer creeping under my cell door.
For they have moved in
and it's a part of me that wants to say, Let's Be Friends.
I can feel my skin being smothered by so much
That death could be as simple as a touch.
The need for my skin to be free
Is far beyond reality.
My skin is losing consciousness, it seems
To have taken its last breath.
But I must continue to fight in order to avoid death.
My skin in yearning for air,
But does anybody care?