Ever felt so stifled by a life jacket?
That the one thing keeping you afloat,
is also the hand choking you.
It compresses your lungs, on and on,
until you cannot scream or draw in a breath.
Your hands itch to scratch and tear free
the suffocating grasp of the jacket.
You are ready to chance drowning
just to take one fervent gulp of pure air.
Darkness and silence of the void beckons more
than the ringing of your conscience,
than the shine of the blinding sun,
than the last fire of burning lungs.