Exhale

You're too empty to fill your veins
With sweet sips of rosewater
Darkness is buried under a freshly dug grave
But no one knows who died
The breath of formaldehyde
Taints your parted lips
The future resonates 
And lives in your parting kiss
Your scuffed soles
Match the broken one
That lives in your chest
Along with shattered lungs
That splinter the dreams that wasted away
The heat in worthless words slowly decays
The cold overtakes your hollow bones
They're filled with snow
Not even the sun can pierce the veil
Between death and the immortal
Here comes the rise and fall
Of fractured but not shattered lungs
Inhale and exhale your demons
You've been haunted for so long
Just wake up
The thought of your pale hands folded
Holding the roses I wanted back
Was just inside your head.
You haven't died, darling,
You are not dead. 

Reviews

[Hitchhiker]

HaH! Great lines throughout this one, Ashley. I relate to the one described herein, for during what I call my two lost decades I walked these streets of America haunted and fractured. Reading this poem is like staring into a flawed mirror. Not a very nice thing looking back, but truth often has a dark side.

[MoriartyMesa]

Now there are one or two images that come to mind, I see someone crying over a body. Now maybe said departed was a hero in his own way. A soul shaking moment of a loved on who has past and a whisper of a loved person in their ear.


The second image is a sob and weep alone thinking of that said person who went before their time. That is the worst feeling, a bottle and a thought.



Love the words,
and images set in those words.

[Miguel Chicas]

I'm speechless, this is one incredible poem you have wrote.Please continue to write more like this. this is an outstanding poem.

[Ashley Blair]

Thank you :)