THEODORE MOSLEY Poems
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I Can'T Breathe
I CAN'T BREATHE
My life is not mine to sojourn with others, as I live within my corridors of hatred.
I hear the silent thoughts of others, with temptations of actions that burn their desires.
Created in time, I became the insults of emotions that penetrated the features of mankind.
I can't breathe when I talk to my children about life that disposes them to unheralded death.
Escaping a dream to bring forth the calculated calligraphy, I expose them to the surveillance of my mind.
Without endangerment I succumb to their prison and freefall to the explanation...
When you fall from the heavens and the hands of her eyes embrace you.
Love is singing on rivers of fires as you melt the captive hearts of oppression.
Time took away your walk on summer nights and your breathing started to expire.
Love is swimming on your mind to unleash the graves of life to occupy your room.