A moment to breathe may be too much to ask for.

In the still moments of the night which pass without notice,

we are trapped by the very body that sustains us.

Experiences missed are seldom even noticed.

We are too busy ignoring life for our own enjoyment.

Oxymoronic by nature, 

our lives revolve around this idea of imbalance.

Picturesque dawns spread across the blank canvas of the morning sky.

A mother pats her child on the head fondly and breathes a heavy sigh of relief.

Reviews

[The Black Warrior]

This is lovely, well written and I love the way that it flows. This poem is thought provoking, elegant, short and sweet.

NIcely done BlankCypher...Hey! I like your name...it sounds to cool.

[BlankCypher]

Thank you very much! I wrote it yesterday :)
Thanks, I've been using this name for quite a while now :D

[The Black Warrior]

No problem...and please don't take this the wrong way, but your name reminds me of "star war" somehow...LOL