Asthma
por: coop d.
6:46PM
21st of October, 2008

Loss of breathe as the shattered
pieces of what used to be, crumble to
where petals of lost love go.

The realization of what I just don’t
see is why tears of pain run down my
face and fall to unfertile land.

If I need to fall to fly, the one who
fell only wished to fly back up.
But truth is, I’ve been dead ever since
my angels left me. The one’s I used
to see with innocent eyes that knew
nothing of life after the high.

Words of a broken soul mean nothing
to a healthy spirit.

Supernatural strength that just wants to
destroy me with the pain of my lost desire
and a mother’s lost hope.

Her room…
The beauty that emits from robes and
blue sheets but the pain of heart-break
that comes from neglected responsibilities.

I’m sorry, I really am.
I have no words that can console my own heart.

An instant attack of fears and anxiety causes
anaphylactic distress that closes up my throat
to forgiveness and leaves the pain inside.

I need to revive, to relive, like the daisies
of the pie maker.

I need to be better, but my fear boxes
me in fiction and leaves me naïve in front
of the truth.

I search for truth, but I’m afraid of
finding it.

[It takes loosing half of your life to realize that the other half is worthless]