This Troubled Breath

If I could look out my window

And see tangerines on trees

If I could look out my window 

And see people breathing for me

You could say I would be happy-momentarily

Stop bothering me

The constriction, the restriction

The infliction

My body has betrayed me

Brought about nightmares in stars

And blackholes and fire rain

And chains garnished over my lungs

Pulling tighter and tighter

Until I can’t talk anymore

I can’t cry

The air inside of me has no where to lie

It won’t go through the veins, the branches

My tree of life

I am destined to die, one last breath-is a troubled breath of mine.