Still Breathing
I breathe life in
Through the thin cracks,
Dotted among the surface of suffering,
Of the dark valleys,
Of the steamed up engines that fill in the streets.
I breathe life in
Through the crowded buses,
Through the empty faces,
Through an hour’s ticking tone.
I breathe life in
Through your gentle touch,
Through your velvet eyes,
Through the comforting pace of your breath.
I breathe it in,
Day by day,
Hour by hour,
Minute by minute,
Though drenched in mournful colors,
Soaked in crimson red,
Chained with endless regrets of steel.
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