Tonight’s post is going to be another challenge of sorts, one organically created just this moment! Since it is April 7th and we seem to be having a current trend in the last few posts with reference to the date (five words of death, for example on April 5th). Tonight, we are going to try a poem with lines that consist ONLY of seven syllables! (Gulp). Let’s see how this goes below:
So tired of this illness,
in which I am not sure if,
it’s in the air or in me,
fighting to exhale freely,
my engine knows only of
friction and an unseen force.
One that cannot be captured,
one that does not need air but
grasps it away quickly.
It is conspiring with
the offspring of various
inhabitants of this world.
I am a casualty that
cannot be upset at the
retaliation of this
once healthy and worshiped place.
It will only be so long
before the fire nation
is the least of our worries.
The human being will not
live or breathe here anymore.
