Breather

Taking a breather from breathing,

For I have none to dismember,

So engrossed in finding,

I forget the essentials,

Is life just a panick attack?

Wait till the end of the day,

And see my zenith below my nadir,

For a humanoid,

It's never enough,

Ending up a thirteen.

Cause me a pair of despair,

Wake up in my happy place,

Beside my vacant pillow,

To fly in this again,

Pleased to be cursed,

For I am glad,

Sick as I may be,

I smile,

As I bring about the death of me.

Reviews

[Heather Clayton]

How sad. Makes me think I need to stop smoking. I didn't understand what "a thirteen" was though.

[MusicLover]

This is true poetry wonderful