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!
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
Comments
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on April 04, 2020:
Good to hear, Ashly. Writing about situations helps to put them to bad.
Ashly Christen (author) from Illinois on April 04, 2020:
Thank you for taking the time to read
just a moment in time
already forgotten and conquered :)
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on April 04, 2020:
Very sad but so beautifully expressed. Well done Ashly.
manatita44 from london on March 26, 2020:
Seems like an abysmal abyss. Healing thoughts.
Stephanie on August 10, 2019:
Beautiful, heartfelt, emotional...I like it
Adnan from Earth, Universe on August 08, 2019:
There are so many feelings and thoughts speaking and reaching out through those words....and the essence of sadness that feels soothing and hurts simultaneously ....thanks for sharing !
Ashly Christen (author) from Illinois on August 08, 2019:
Thank you Lorna
Lorna Lamon on August 08, 2019:
Such a thought provoking and poignant poem. Loved it.