Punched

Punched

A Poem by Henry Clemmons

Breathing
Used to be involuntary
Begging
Is how I get air to my heart

Blood
From my nose

F
l
o
w
s

Down
My
Chin
And d
        r
        i
        p
        s
            in red splats
On
The
White
Tile
Floor
Next to my black polished shoes
With a lone blade
Of green grass
Stuck to its
Sole

Your departure punched me in the face
Paralyzed my lungs

Breathing used to be
Involuntary

© 2011 Henry Clemmons


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Laboured viscous breathing, this is how pain feels. Incisive.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Very nice use of the page to have the reader be in actual word. I enjoyed the breathing turn.

Posted 12 Years Ago


A physical response to an emotional pain...Loved it!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Yeah I like the switcheroo
You had me going
Having been punched both emotionally and physically I can relate to this one
Nice structure too

Posted 12 Years Ago


I love the way the power is related to the severity of the injury.
how emotional pain is like taking a physical punch.. well done

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Henry Clemmons
Henry Clemmons

Montreal, North America, Canada



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My name is Henry Clemmons. I currently live in Montreal. I love art: the written word, the performed word, music, lyrics, photography, canvas, drawing. Please visit my Blog also. I write all types o.. more..

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