With iron lungs

With iron lungs

A Poem by Danielle Browne

It is utterly terrifying
living on a globe like this one,
with its coffee-like soil that holds so many secrets
Or the polluted words we speak and let float away from our mouths
and into the oxygen.
When we die, our skin turns into a suit
and our blood to wine.
Even with iron lungs like they all so proclaim
nobody believes it.
But everyone knows
that for this short while on this tainted planet we hate so much,
we are crumbs in a stadium,
entirely insignificant like the last thing you just said.
I am waiting for my day to come
when the sand and grain meet at the bottom of an unholy cylindrical measuring system,
I do not feel as though I am living. 

© 2017 Danielle Browne


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Or the polluted words we speak and let float away from our mouths
and into the oxygen.
When we die, our skin turns into a suit
and our blood to wine.
Even with iron lungs like they all so proclaim

LOVE THIS SO MUCH,
quite the interesting read here, and intriguing. I enjoyed this this write a lot

Posted 2 Years Ago


wow , that was so deep and wonderful writing
You made me think

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Danielle Browne

7 Years Ago

Awesome! I'm glad :-)
Thanks for your comment!

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Added on March 16, 2017
Last Updated on April 12, 2017
Tags: earth, life, death, living, time, end, beginning, metaphor

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Danielle Browne
Danielle Browne

New Zealand



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