Glass Air on a Dusty Road

It's hard to breathe when you know you can't allow yourself to get close to someone. It's harder when you realize you have no purpose left in life. The only purpose was to love someone, it's a paradox.

 

I don’t tend on breathing in these shards

For they are sharp, and it will slice my throat with each deep breath

I know now in life that air is an option to take in

If you’re tough the glass shards are only bubbles

But for many, life will make you choose to breath

Life will make you walk a road that is hard to traverse

The hard cobble dusty road, which are as sharp as glass

For some finds themselves on this road in life

But not everyone have the strength to keep walking through

And not everyone is lucky to experience its lessons it may bring

Reviews

[The Dark Priest]

I love this poem, what you say in it is not only exasperating due to level of shock to the reader, but it's a piece which makes you think about yourself.
Write hard!
G.

[Pandy7197]

I love this poem... you've done a lot of breathing...