Breathe in Spite of Being Breathless
Trapped within the dampness of my deep slumber
I stumble breathless, fighting to break out.
Until I find all my self is filled with humid clutter
which has no oxygen in it
which is pure poison
Why can't I walk tall and free?
Is it so hard to learn and breathe?
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Devastation of the Soul
PoetryA poetry book about he devastated souls. It is created for the darkest shortest month, during a poem-a-day creative challenge in February 2014.
