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Untitled Poem
Can you watch the wind
grow into a complicated world.
Misunderstood by it's own presence.
Taking all that it wants from you.
Leaving you breathless.
Standing on the tips of your toes.
Grasping for air like a fish outside of water.
Your soul empties upon the ground exposed as you are.
Life coming to a single halt, while you wake.
Reaching for Gods good air.
Telling yourself it was only a single nightmare.
As you hold yourself shivering within.
Knowing the truth, You are 6 feet under.
Reliving what you thought was your true life.
But only breathing the air of the dead.
~LNS~
