Sunday, October 10, 2010

Divine Air


Fantods erupt with celerity
Desperate recompose
Shallow breath halted
Blocked by liquid walls
Eyes darting and pleading
Make haste
Remove from my lungs
This vile waste

Restore my costal breathing
Threading
Subulate sectorial tubing
And me
Removed and placed in a
Sudatorium
And given a sudorific drug
Attempting to reanimate
And repair
All that should be mine
Divine air
Leaving illness behind


Dedicated to my brother and all individuals who have trouble breathing.

3 comments:

Myrna R. said...

Nice, though sad. Air - so essential, sacred and needed.

deadpoet88 said...

Very nice poem, and you touch upon the topic very well and realistically. I know many people who have breathing problems, and they do make us realize how essential this air is. Thank you for sharing.

Jingle said...

cool piece..