*A door. *
I feel like I'm at a door.
One where if you twist the doorknob,
It will swing open violently
Making you fall to an inevitable end.
So now my fingers are curled around this knob
While the most impossible wind is pushing my whole body against it.
Leaving no opportunity to let me breathe or even swallow.
My body turns into a vessel of pain and torture, where I wallow.
So now I wonder.
While every cel of my body is screaming with agony.
Should I endure this any longer?
Or open the door,
Following this impossible wind.
And fall to my death as I implore.
Because I don't know anymore.