Breath

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If life be a breath,

Then let it be a pant,

A huff after a chase,

Catch it while you can.

Filling up my depressed breast,

Inhaling life in sudden heat,

Faster, faster, my heart will beat,

Inflated lungs try to escape my chest.

Take a breath.

Make a roar.

Like lions, I take

so much more.

Chasing my prey,

stealing more life,

I never delay

even for strife.

Let the blood dance

in your veins

while the chance

still remains.

Fly high on winged chariot.

Fly fast on groundless wheels.

Catch clouds like genies in a lamp.

Make your wishes before you fall.

As I fall, lungs crushed from contrite

under the weight of life's regrets,

I draw last breath and hold it tight

until breaths I can draw no more.

Author's Note

Winged chariot is a reference to "To His Coy Mistress," which inspired this poem to a degree.

Reviews

[Punk rocker]

i like it it sounds like something you would find in greek mythology (a.k.a the chariot)

[azlamalo]

great wording. I especially like your first stanza