Sad Face

The sky is breathing,
sucking air from my lungs
as I try to understand
what it is that makes
a world make no sense.

My brain is starved for oxygen;
my stomach is shrinking in fear;
I am freezing like hell frozen over.
Tell me again why we
do this to ourselves.

An unknown future
looks like a known past,
feels nothing
like the present.
Now is the time.