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