gift of airA Poem by Not Afraid of Bruiseswasting air, kind of like how some people waste their lifedon't panic
the air is coming, feeling it filling your mouth, throat stomach, hitting there so you swell.
don't gasp with greed, struggle or curse the world until you feel the euphoria of nearly dying, nearly not making it to see another sunrise
and I told them too, not to panic. and see?
now their air is wasted, itcannot be used again. © 2008 Not Afraid of BruisesFeatured Review
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Added on April 18, 2008AuthorNot Afraid of Bruisessomewhere beyond the Tagglewood, RIAboutVisit my website at http://www.caseyomalley.com/default.aspx! News: I was accepted for publication at the Sandy River Review (03/29/09)! PLEASE NOTE: I maybe be only 19, but I have been readin.. more..Writing
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