In the Morning

I run
too quickly
for my shallow lungs
and too slow
for my mental screams
I'm angry -
I struggle to breathe -

I pound
at the pavement
with my feet
waiting for the sun
to burn me up
because my shaking hands
can't hold on
to anything.

I meter
out my air
knowing that too little
will bring me to my knees
and too much will
leave me wondering
what I could have
done
to save you.