Breath of life

I'm tired ...
Like the leaves in the fall
clinging to its branch ...
Kissed by the frost
slowly dying to be reborn ...

I'm tired ...
Like the dying, light brown grass 
thirsting for the rain never falling ...
Drying out 
like the brook in the once lively forest ...

I'm still ...
like the calm before a storm
breathless like the air a hot summer day ...
Existing in nothingness 
missing the kiss of life, waiting ... 



Poetry by Mystica
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Written on 2023-06-22 at 14:20

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
It is a state of mind, isn't it? And you are conscious of these things so presumably still with breath.... but in that state the potential is infinite and anything might happen. Exciting. And an exciting poem from that point of view too. Blessings, Allen
2023-06-22