Deoxygenated

The air in my lungs
that helps me run this marathon
the oxygen I desperately need
has been cut off ----
idefinitely --
while you hide ---
and deceive
It..
hurts..
to..
breathe.
And my legs buckling
as if missing their knees
entangled in the lies
of some marionette's twisted strings
won't stand tall
or let me run free
back to your arms
where I can finally breathe