A breath.
Just a breath, it's all I ask.
I'm gasping, choking in here.
My thoughts are too tight.
Too much fear
constricting my throat
every day and night.
A breath of fresh air
would fit just nice.
A breath.
Just one single gulp.
A taste of that
citrus fresh oxygen,
not an air full of rancid pulp.
Into my lungs I'd pull it deep.
The anxiety has left me
worryingly deplete.
A breath of fresh air
would be right up my street.
A breath.
A taste of life
inhaled between
my scared cries.
I'd take it in, give it home
let it roam across my lungs,
filling my blood with oxygen,
to feed these starving bones.
For the worry
has knocked the wind out of me.
A breath of fresh air
would suit me perfectly.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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