as i gasp for breath,
the pain in my ribs,
makes my headache,
seem like a joke.
i lay there wishing,
i could scream outloud,
but the pain is
pinning me down.
my heart quickly slows,
and my gasps quiet,
and i lay there,
slowly dying.
5 4 3 2 1,
the pain slowly leaves,
the morphine i
can quickly guess.
but i remember,
the pain and the source,
and i do not
feel like breathing.
Anymore.
PS for this one i was trying to work with rhythm. for this one its a 5544 for all the stanzas except the last line which is 3 because it needed to stand out to make any effect.
Monday, January 19, 2009
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