Looming

When I am on the table

In a stale room

Atop a small city

And I need breath

More than anything

In a current jolt

Delivered straight to my lungs

Thats when I more than ever

And with widening eyes will hope

For something more than just a lungs forgot

For air itself to be embued

With a crisp refrehing life renewed

I want to breath again

Here

And soon