Standing in the middle of a crowded room;
Silent chatter chews away at my ears.
The heat stifles me.
Help; I cannot breathe.

I fill my lungs;
To scream out loud;
That I need help.

But the air is stale and hot;
And it burns every part of me;
Until my muscles go weak from starvation;

And my mind falls into a fog.

Standing in the middle of the highway;
On the darkest; foggiest night.
The mist runs a chilly finger up and down my arm.

I fill my lungs;
To call out;
If anyone else is out there.

But the fog is too thick and cold;
It freezes every part of me;
Until my body is stiffer than ice;

And I cannot move to save myself.

Walking into the middle of a storm.
Rain whipping my hair around me;
Stinging my face and my eyes.

I fill my lungs;
To scream your name;
For you to come back to me,

But the thunder is too loud;
And the water too high;
And it fills my lungs where air should be;

And I drown with no one to save me.