My Air Poem by Jeremy Horsford

My Air

You are the very air I breathe.

Yesterday, I held my breath,
trying to cut you off.

My heart, which I have no control
of, injected air into my body
hoping you, my air will return.

Yesterday, my heart mentioned,
hope is my new air in the interim.

Thursday, October 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
Iqra Hassan 09 August 2016

killing good man! precise yet on point.

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Dimitrios Galanis 11 December 2015

Ready my translation.It sounds very very nice in greek.I do publish it in page.

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Dimitrios Galanis 11 December 2015

I'll try to translate it too.Will it sound equally well in my language I'll publish it in my page.

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Jeresi Katusime 27 October 2015

its a catching piece.and the word economy adds to its amazing uniqueness.the imagery employed and how its held through out the whole poem lends it an intactness or makes it more solid or something like that.thanks for the inspiration i really loved this piece

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Sofia Kioroglou 03 October 2015

This is a really amazing poem! Great work!

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Jeremy Horsford

Jeremy Horsford

London (United Kingdom)
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