an overburdened soul

dying needing air

trying to escape its role

forced to life as a whole

writing its misery with coal

in its face sadness is a mole

tried to do a damage control

but life made it a laughing stock 

that is my soul 

can't breath need air 

 making education the basic of life as a whole

my words  are blurring as if written with coal

fear in my life is  a permanent mole

need to learn how to control 

before i become a laughing stock