It’s getting hot in here
There is no way to turn
Sight is getting blurry
Forced breathing becomes harsher
The harder I run, more difficult it becomes,
More angry I get, more oxygen I lose
More bitter I become, further the door goes away
A fine line between anger and panick
A tiptoed balance on a cliff
A dice throw to see where we land.
9.24.2019
Ralph with Coffee 