A boulder on my chest pushes on and on and
on in metric tons It steals my breath and leaves me
windless with my inability
to remove its pressing weight
But as I wait
and wait
and wait
for breath to come
and chest to heave
and heaviness to cease
I grope in vain against restraint
pushing back for my release
But ever crushing onward it
never lets me breathe
and steals my strength with breathlessness
and pins me with its greed
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