breathe

Like great furnaces that bellow,

My chest rose and fell,

Unaccustomed to the deep steady breathes i took, 

I tried to find my bearing in a world i didn't belong to,

The clumsy flesh-bound gears were set into motion,

And existence was imminent,

But the real question still lingered, 

Was i form given thought?

Or Thought given form? 

Reviews

[Une coccinelle]

I love how the words form and play on one another. They rhyme without rhyming since the rhythm is so clean. Great poem!