I Breathe In

I breathe in.

The air once natural, now foreign. An inexperienced diplomat begging for peace between blood and iron.

The world around me — unreal.

How can I be born of nature, but feel like an invader? The sun shines on me the same as the ground we walk — Yet still, I am a stone out of place. A seedling clinging to the roots of a dying tree.

I live in this illusion.

A spectator behind the curtain. Listening to the sound of coin drown out the pain of those around me. They drink up their tears, thirsting on their own suffering.

Sight becomes a curse.

To walk blindly through this hell would be bliss. Yet, I am betrayed by my own heart. Forced to breathe this poison and call it air. To know what could be and to know it can never be. Expected to accept a world that neglects me as I sink into its waters.

I breathe in.