By motionless stagnant air surrounded
For even to breathe the Winds dare not.
Insects and birds are likewise confounded
The air is too thick, and fly they cannot.
Petrified, drowned, by the dead hour
Which enslaves the mind, the body crushing
I gasp, gulp, wheeze; and breathe ever slower
The blanket of air, with water soaking.
Nature herself is cruelly imprisoned
Locked up and unable even to sigh.
Everything is poisoned, stifled, smothered,
And all life is drugged, perhaps to die.
Together the thunder, the gale and rain
Crashing, bring breath; and life begins again.
I will link to my competition when it arrives: Lost