Breathing instead of lies

Breathing instead of lies

A Poem by Ed

well atleast I get to see

and its good like I know

chance I meet,

 the person writing this

won't recognize me

my vacation, a regular day

finally got back to caring

off to better things

though from far away

For a guy who blew it

can really use it


trade my words

for the warmth of breathe

reaching in the forest

a moment brightens red

a place I found rest, I felt it once

a sigh of embarassment, spent years alone.

  people noticed, were distant.

manage stress, manage bills, manage to live to feel something real

 that is worth emotion, more than I care to give away

priceless, the day that changed me

whatever way was broken, it was worth being homeless

I see how simple it was, and yet simple still is.

to come back to who I am, thought I'd never see again

my only friend, I couldn't afford to mourn

 someone only I would notice

the only one who didn't judge me for answering honestly.

I'm not well and theres someone who will lead me the way

He knew me and yet I forget he ever existed.

 He answers listening attentive ears

and He's a role model to bring back the fatherless

Someone to know as I grow older

sometimes life leaves an answer to all my questions.

I was on my way to being who I know is the best.

collided in the wrecklessness of an aging desperate who saw an opportunity impatient to get to it before I knew I had developed potential and realize it.

crash colliding reaching far

the person I knew, never again did I see but drowning, buried in a bad dream of disable, handicap gesturing.  a part of a life no longer any way

to notice that it was, once the best I could hope to remember. me, my best.  is the past,  a grave.  that never cries, facial muscles, and the head thats

left me with no reminder what personal space is like, I'm no longer, a me I can identify as nearing complete, coherent, feeling, distance is no such thing

in my permanent of being suprised but unable to notice the car accident I walked away from, too disoriented to assess the damage  of what no longer there I can identify

my sensitive spirit excited to live

injured and never could believe he knew what it was like to be alive.  sensitive no more, can barely recognize I wouldn't know what to do with more

or feel what its like

© 2017 Ed


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The person we were yesterday is never the same ( or as sane) as the person we are today.
Good writing, keep it up.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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