Flying through the Clouds

Eyes glaze while rectifying
Can't blaze up without crying
Dullness intensifying
Tight chest, no relief, sighing
Another day not dying
Frequent, I think of flying
Sixth floor garage, applying
Laws of gravity; writing
A period, blood, drying
Dozens of coppers prying
To find mid fingers skying
Though, I swore to surviving
Such a grind, dignifying
But what's more edifying...
I'll probably die trying