I. A boy
I breathe in loneliness…
I hold it… I feel it for a moment…
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…I breathe in the fear of unknown…I breath out of love …I breathe in family hopes and expectations… A poet...write.with a dropp of fear
Breathing is like freedom, when it is suppressed then eventual death comes. Man is finite.... live to the fullest while time is abundant! A 10.
A good start with a nice poem, Ellie Rakita. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.