PAINED

The harder I gasp the less I can breathe, the more I sink in the more clenched it feels this source of life put in me, as if it's right to hurt the way it did.

Will I never learn to not grab the rose by its thorns? Will I ever just grab the bull by its horns? May there be a clear sky for those who carry no worries in their hearts, whilst the storm's ringing in my ears -a ferocious sound of thunder clashing and lightning smashing- loud enough only for me to hear;

for me to resist it with no power left, letting me fall down, down. Pained.