Woe is the place where breath isn't free -
underwater, metaphorically or literally.
A cement-shoe walk through the pond,
looking up to the blurred and shimmering light
that you can't reach -
with an intense urge to suck air,
air that isn't there.
An attempted breath would be an act of suicide -
no more satisfying than any act of suicide -
but a good deal more painful than most.
