An unfamiliar breathing
strange is its rhythm. Unstable.
Is it oxygen for life that
is taken in through his organs?
He cannot be sure at this point.
Grievous hurts are always
subtle. In slow motions he feels
the road that will make its return.
Some days he thinks he won't. Nothing
is there to return. Though, he will.
He will live through these ups and downs.
Life is a good addiction and
so is love. Ha! So is love. True.
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It's just when you're in the midst of the pain, it is so intense, and it doesn't run its course fast enough.
Your really good, i like your poem, felt it all the way through.
Wanda is correct, wonderful expressions.
if u don mind i wanna tip u, try to seek the rhyme sometimes, it'll even make it cuter& dividing the unfinished sentences on more than a line somtimes distracts the reader, so take good care of that..
hope i didn bother u.. keep on the good work..
Thanks for posting to Writer's Haven.
This is such a good job of capturing the ups and downs. So true.