Breathless, getting there!
I still survive in this grey air.
Lifeless, just about there!
My existence is up in the air.
Is this more than a passing illusion?
or am i just being delusional?
Same routines, that is intrusion!
Same energy, that is protrusion!
What is the feel?
Hard to describe
Dull and need to heal
Easy to say! Too piled!
-
Author:
Jos (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 9th, 2026 00:20
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
Offline)
Comments1
I love your use of rhyming words and your rhyming pattern. Breathing comes naturally to us, but we can still feel like we aren’t getting any air. Great imagery!
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.