To each passing second I complain
About the time that is gone,
Not knowing that the light rays skimming through my skin
allude another dawn.
My hands tremble as I hold onto the last
strand of hope.
(Wishing if it were a rope)
I lay back still and soon a pillar of memories mounts.
Each moment has led me here
And
Every breath counts.
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Every Breath Counts
PoetryJust something to help me understand myself better....hope u like itt:)