breathe.

My lungs burn.

I inhale desire

 Everything that I wanted to become

Has disappeared. 

I was a beautiful person

Until I breathed. 

Breathe in

until my lungs burn.

I drown in a pool of despair.

i wanted to be more 

To be a woman of power 

a woman of wealth. 

I am a breathe

of fire and accelerants 

not of clean air 

I burn. 

My lungs burn

every time I breathe. 

So  I hold my breath

and suppress. 

Reviews

[G. Writing]

It has emotion I can surely feel how that person feels but the way the words are written doesn't let the poem flow. As I read it, I see some repetition going on. But other than that it was a beautiful poem :)

[breakthebrokenone]

this is just a draft that i wrote sitting down at the table with a million ideas coming at me