Poem – Choked

I don’t know what it is,
but something is not right.
For I’m grabbed by the throat,
choked to where I can’t breathe.
The breath of life missing.
Dark in here,
this space I’m in,
with complaints
that eat away without answer!

We all live in the belly of a world,
picking up habits to numb our pains.
Never they seem to end . . .
must be found alive,
I’ll not thrive.
No release I find
from the stomach of this beast.

R.A. Feller