Dead dried leaves,
and i bleed for reasons unknown,
I'm the last breath your life receives.
No king will fill the high throne.
And once again my chromosomes make me gasp alone.
Only mortals seems to bleed..
Allergens leave me allergic to substance,
So i tread water 3 inches deep,
Condensation helps me breathe for energy in present tense.
But ankle deep health doesn't seem to seep.
Bandages don't seem to protect,
Just cover and help with a clean conscience,
Damages stay available to the weakness of death.
Life stays unchanging but never constant.
Dinky and fragile things seems needed,
But i wallop in double negatives, freely flowing,
Confused faces welcome me to the stage but I'm never greeted.
Not even a thousand breaths can detour my constant blowing.
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this whole poem is so deep. its absolutely beautiful the way you can explain a persons inner workings. i love this piece so much.. it is perfect. there is really so much honesty it yet its all done quite cryptically. the first stanza .. was unbelievable - I'm the last breath your life receives. No king will fill the high throne. And once again my chromosomes make me gasp alone. Only mortals seems to bleed.." such a sense of empowerment and knowing your placein life. "Not even a thousand breaths can detour my constant blowing" if you have ever put any thing on a piece of paper that summed you up that was it. --- i love you baby. :) it really is one of my favorites you have written lately
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