Dying to Breath

Dying to Breath

A Poem by Laura Storm

Red lines burn with freedom.
Silver points open the pathways,
forcing acceptance,
pushing out the pulsing red,
dragging the pain into the light.

Lungs blackened with peace.
A red point of light guides their hand
pulling out oxygen,
burning deep in their chest,
their breath rattles with calm acceptance.

Throats searing with carefree laughter.
Amber tinted bottles clink,
creating joyful music,
the song of the broken youth,
you can,t wake us tomorrow.

These vices deteriorate our lives,
paying for happiness, peace, and freedom with years.
Die young and leave a pretty corpse they say,
but why must we die just to breath? 

© 2014 Laura Storm


Author's Note

Laura Storm
Under constant revision, so any suggestions please let me know.

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Vivid imagery is seen through your words. The price of ones vices is usually their demise..Great job!

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on October 17, 2014
Last Updated on November 29, 2014
Tags: smoking, alchol, self harm, cutting, depression

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Laura Storm
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I'm have sever clinical depression and still find reasons to smile everyday. I have high respect for those with an open mind but those who judge me and my poetry can stop reading now. I'm sweet but sh.. more..

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