Goliath this time, sitting on my neck,
Holding poor me down on earth.
Waiting the hold to ease a bit,
The struggle heightened, giving no room to breathe.

Twisted, turned and fighting for breath,
Hopes didn't help me.
One more step, I tell myself,
Adjacent is a green meadow with fresh air to dwell...

Why me!?! dear Goliath?
Can't you leave little door for air to flee?
The imprisoned breath chortles out,
Why this much glee, as you desert me?

The fresh ones not gaining entry drained out.
Weakening as days go by...
I  plead for little mercy,
I  plead for little rest...

My eyes refuse to see the meadow next.
It's awash with tears fresh.
Common! help me if anyone is there...
I'm too tired to be bothered any more by this threat.