Is it possible?

Is it possible to drown

In the tears the flood the pillow

When I lay in bed at night?

Is it possible to choke

On the words I force between my lips

And the lies I know I tell?

Is it possible to suffocate

From feeling trapped inside the wall I built

And the ones I can’t remove?

Is it possible to desiccate

Starved of any daylight to shine down

And keep me breathing?

Is it possible to fall away

Torn free from my placid imagined reality

And left to become lost?

Is it possible to die

Whilst living, breathing, going on?