I deem it,
when I sit,
As if
I am compressed
in between
the forces and
pressure
of Sky and Earth.
I deem it,
this took me
delusional and
aback in my seat,
sitting Still.
Did they happen?
Did I choose them?
I deem it, this
is not Just
just a dream.
YOU ARE READING
The Breathing Poems
PoetryWhen I cannot speak, I cannot be mad, when I cannot share the happiness, all I have to do is to write the breathing poems.
