Air is water in my lungs.
Breathing gone obsolete before it's time,
musles lossing a battle to keep
it out only the sting left
from
the struggle
somethings dont go
away
waiting
they linger
below
waiting
for
your
last
drop
of
will
to
end
too
.
YOU ARE READING
Pause.
PoesíaOn growing collection of my tea drinking moments when my mind is well 'a bit' more silent.
