Repirations Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Repirations



Like a cyclone spiraling up,
apprehension rises.

A maelstrom drilling
toward darkness,
despair falls.

The follies of
mankind rasp and heave
like asthmatic lungs.

Open the windows,
air out the rooms.
Breathe new air.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: despair
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