Oxygen

Oxygen.

Sweet precious oxygen,

I miss you.

 

Like a bug in a jar

I am trapped.

Nevermore to feel your

Cleansing dance in my lungs.

 

The sweet release of life,

As I take you in

Second by second,

Breath by breath.

 

No,

Now I take in the stale

Air of failure and stress.

 

Like sand in the desert

It clings to my throat in agony.

How did I ever

Get into this mess?

 

There are so many

Problems to address,

More than I am willing to count

Or even find an amount.

 

What a silly thing life is,

Let’s hope the dead breathe easy.

 

 

Author's Note

please review, just a poem i wrote before bed so help is wanted. thanx.

Reviews

[fireblossom]

I like this poem. It speaks to the frustration we all feel and must deal with regardless of the cause. Well said. Keep writing.

[Rupid]

Keep on breathing slowly and patiently, you will solve your problems easily.