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What if I die before I get a chance to breathe?
Feel the wind caress laughter
just before it leaves
my lips, to taste freedom
on a raindrop,
or a warm tease
of fresh sun.
What if I die before I get a chance to breathe?
Confined within
a hermit’s castle of idle dreams,
phobic of faint love
to scarce disease,
a meandering patched heart
abandoned amongst
confused density
echoes, I hope you read this. That is one of the most intense emotionally charged and dramatically phrased poems I have ever read. It screams with visceral torment. It makes me ache to the depths of my soul. It cries out to me to take the person in my arms and hold them and soothe the hurt that is so evident in the words.
TDS
How I would like to take your hurt away. I cry for you.
wow, that was crazy good.