The Bubble

As I breathe, I cannot.
The air balloons within,
Catches in my chest-
A bubble which threatens
To burst any moment.
An explosion 
Will be rather welcome;
It's an implosion
I am afraid of.
Consuming me all
From my own withins,
Like a black hole left
By that morose, distant
Dying star.
But for now
That bubble refuses 
To burst; stubborn
It clings on to its
Flimsy walls
Pregnant with uncertainties.
How is it to realize, that
It's choking me?

Every moment, I live a death,
Every moment, I die a life.