Suffocation has stopped your creativity.

Fear lingering in mind, has drained: every drop of courage; you did hold.

Blood pumping has suddenly been fastened.

And,

Heartbeat racing with time.

Your soul is dampening your courage of survival!

And, you are in point of turn.

Now

Breathe!

To the point; you are self.

Breathe!

Till the cloud of imaginary burden, vanishes.

Breathe, O Man, Breathe!

Till the last moment you are live.