PunchedA Poem by Henry Clemmons
Breathing
Used to be involuntary Begging Is how I get air to my heart Blood From my nose F l o w s Down My Chin And d r i p s in red splats On The White Tile Floor Next to my black polished shoes With a lone blade Of green grass Stuck to its Sole Your departure punched me in the face Paralyzed my lungs Breathing used to be Involuntary © 2011 Henry ClemmonsReviews
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5 Reviews Added on April 30, 2011 Last Updated on May 7, 2011 AuthorHenry ClemmonsMontreal, North America, CanadaAboutMy name is Henry Clemmons. I currently live in Montreal. I love art: the written word, the performed word, music, lyrics, photography, canvas, drawing. Please visit my Blog also. I write all types o.. more..Writing
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