Freedom Breathe

Distance

The water crashing upon the shore

and the need to breathe.

Salt doesn't make good air

and neither does space.

 

Time

A misconcetion of the ultimate thought

and the panging desire to feel.

Falsified words don't do much

but at least they're there.

 

Truth

An endless lie coiled in scales

sharp and cool and black.

Wonderful how they wrap around

till it seems as if you can't breath.

 

Breathe

The ultimate heartbreak

that suddenly releases the soul

and allows it's bearer

to just

                   break

                                       free.

                                        

Finally.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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