​choke

“` Words, like tangled vines, constrict my throat, A silent scream, a plea with no sound. My voice, a captive bird, with wings uncoiled, But trapped in silence, never to be found.

Each breath I take feels heavy, thick with dread, The air a shroud, restricting every word. My mind alive with stories left unsaid, A yearning to speak, forever unheard.

But dreams are fragile, fleeting as a sigh, Dashed on the rocks of fear and despair. My voice, a whimper, lost in the vast sky, A silent echo, choked out by the air.