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The Air I Breathe
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The Air I Breathe |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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THE AIR I BREATHE Ominous and silent is the air I’m breathing in each breath a useless entity like a shadow song trailing far behind the music of my soul. In and out, in and out, it keeps me dead alive buried in a shallow grave of its monotony dull and deadly, passionless, slowly in I breathe and breathe again inside the air of no desire. So numb I cannot feel intakes of hopefulness or pleasures of release in sighs of thankfulness but life support of memory filters in delight when I remember feeling each breath inside my heart. It pumped with a vibrancy, down, down, down, down and down to the very core where life began once more and rose up again, up and higher up, and out with a burst like fire flamed with wind. Now it is still weighted with my lack of will and its journey labours through body cells decayed. I’m breathing air of lies waiting for the rush of truth incubating in a tank until the time is right. Right, left, middle, end, or how it’s meant to be? Questions have no answers until the sand is cleared and I emerge again from the shallow grave I’m in! HMH |
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Broken Member
since 2000-03-12
Posts 271The woods |
Effective rythm made it good to read, especially liked these two stanzas. "So numb I cannot feel intakes of hopefulness or pleasures of release in sighs of thankfulness" Nicely done. ~Broken~ Base not your joy upon the deeds of others, |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you for reading. Too many "bugs" in the air I breathe these days - got to blame something I guess. |
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