breathe...

all i can do is breathe
it is what constitutes
the biggest part of my life

at times this reflexive action
is all that separates me
from the hereafter

i am barely hanging on to life
cocooned in these blankets
i cannot escape depressions grip

an overflowing ashtray
and an empty jug
are all the signs that i live

the phone never rings
for i am eternally alone
no knocks can be heard from the door

if i could but break deaths grip
i could arise once again
but i do not have the strength

there is but one action
to escape this insanity
and that action is to run