Fresh Air

Although you may not know...

And it kills me
Your forcing air
That cannot breathe
To only my despair
Yet between your toes
Lies the secret
Of your forced air

The pain beneth
The hidden slate
That rests so softly
To the deepest part
Of your skin
And it would take forever
To get in

But it still kills me
How you shove me aside
As I draw circles
Surrounded by squares
You make them better
Out of your despair

Swallowed pride
And blood stricken patches...

 

"Come along and smell the fresh air with me."

Author's Note

Ah, don't cut off your nose despite the face.

Reviews

[Pakino]

I understand what your trying to say in the poem. I like how you used air to explain togetherness. A bit neat. Despite that try to put some hope in your poems :) good job overall.

[robin]

And it would take forever to get in...is perfect, beautiful and personal. What a wonderful capture of how so many feel. And you go on wanting to share the fresh air with someone lost in such deep despair. Well done. I'd love to see the development of this theme and this character.

[Vanessa]

Ah....
interesting and lovely.
As usual.