Just breathe

Broken lungs make it hard to breathe.
Licking wounds from enemies unseen.
Mourning death seems an endless endeavor.
Begin anew each sunrise like nothing else matters.

Empty, I sink like a stone.
No hope, no answers, no way home.
Like climbing a ladder with an endless row of rungs.
The more I struggle, the harder it is to breathe with my broken lungs.