Catching my breathe


  • Sadness
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  • Life

    Catching my breathe

                       I have the makings for a disaster, wrapped up inside me. All swirled up in a cloud. The thick gray rope like cloud feels almost to strangle me.
               I caught my breathe and inhale a sweet smell like rain.Catching my breathe once more and squirm to brake free, I feel water drip down on me.
                     I stop myself from any further panic as I open my eyes to see I've been dreaming. Wrapped in my sheet drenched in sweat, I wonder what happen to me?

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    lithiumblack commented on Catching my breathe


    Good imagery here, but I feel it could have had more of an impact if it were a bit longer, but that's just a suggestion, not a critique. I recommend watching your spelling a bit in the future, but hey, pobody's nerfect ;) Overall, a good piece of work. Keep it up!

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

    ThatGurl’s Poems (27)

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