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.