The Reason I leave
is not shortness of breath,
but rather I cannot breathe.
And if I cannot breathe,
how then shall I live?
And if I shall not live
then these words are as empty,
and meaningless
as my own heart.
Rather my own heart
and not shortness of breath,
is truly my loss of life
and cannot breathe.
Yet still,
poetically I deceive.
Rather my only reason,
is no reason.
And that's the reason I leave.
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wow what a poem....truely impresive..... i invite you to come to my page and leave a comment on them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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