Breathing Smoke
Bleeding on paper Sometimes it just needs to get out, to be written, to bleed onto paper. This poem bled onto paper after a vivid dream!
by Sergey Kamarov
Breathing Smoke
I Breathe but my lungs won't expand
you are like smoke
I cough and choke on what used to be my antidote
There's no savior for us
no passing this test
especially since there is nothing left
I close my eyes and struggle to find
the peace that used to lay inside
what is there's to see
when we have both gone blind
My arms stretch out
There's nothing to grab
No sea or dry land
I slip and fall
my everything crumbles away
I have no energy left today
Send me a storm
A cleansing rain
to wash away
what I thought remained
