air
all of us breathe the same
It sucks up in our lungs
like the water we swallowed
It drains us out,
Creating a self-aware, new
air
The air we breathe
Is the air that was breathed
When all we had was ¢5 and some bread
air
All in all that's the only thing we have
Everything else can leave,
But the air for us to stay,
Always stays
Air
Our air is the most strong,
Filled with our vibrant spirits
Over the many years
Of battle wounds
Air
The air I breathe today
Is the air that was breathed by a million men
And that air
Is the air I want to breathe
I want to breathe the air of my
In confidence yet doubt
Air
My only last solution
Fills in me like an IV
AIR
-Goodbye-
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
