Fluids
Struggling to breatheDark dreary eyes
Weak
Tired
Longing for the air
A bed of feathers
Hot mint tea
Sniffle
Sniffle
The occasional sneeze
I've a dry mouth
Sickly
Yet living
Too close to you
Closeness made me ill
Fluids
Struggling to breathe04-21-2011
04/22/2011
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
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