Aria Siren

Fresh Air - Poem by Aria Siren

I have removed your thumb
From over my head
The monster hasn't been fed
The dieing are dead
I am breathing air
Air we haven't shared
Breathing deeper than I dared
I am stretching what was sedentary
Erasing muscle memory
Shaking bones in the cemetary
Your words are no longer trapped
Swimming through places I hadn't mapped
Their habitat has been carefully unwrapped
I have given you release
Terminated your lease
Ironed out this wrinkle, smoothed out this crease
Your uncertainty did nothing for my health
I am dusting you from my shelf
I am welcoming back myself

Comments about Fresh Air by Aria Siren

  • Brian Jani (5/13/2014 9:27:00 AM)

    Bria siren your creativity is quite evident in this one (Report) Reply

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  • Babatunde Aremu (2/22/2013 9:39:00 PM)

    Its good to take a break sometimes and have a fresh air. Nice poem. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2013

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