Choking.
Sweat on my neck and forehead
Tell me air
Is escaping.
Tossed the cigarette
Against the hard brick
Of the good wall.
Deep down
I wanted the ash
to burn my fingers.
My lungs begged.
Stop.
Stop.
My throat begged.
Stop.
Stop.
I can't help but say
I'm sorry
As my last
Breath
Fades away.