Breath Away
Visual cacophonies: I witness
Them, blithe and impaired-smouldering like a
Cigarette. Phoenix, to rise from ashes
Is irrelevance; flame is far from a
Necessity to warmth, though I am no
Prometheus with bruises of the mind.
It has wavered too long, taken too slow
To only find it has been wasted time
(And the time peices are all unfriendly here).
They, unreliable and tepid, take
The breath away from me-it idles there,
Steaming from exposure, cursed and fake.
There lacks a subtle hinting waif to speak
Of all unglories of a Heart that's weak.
"Breath Away"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith
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