Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Sonnet Contourné 12.21.12

If I were never born, I would not know
how important for lungs to be able
to breathe the air we inhale everyday,
to suffer from asthma is not to show

disregard for the way others view life
to wake up each day and long for death's knell
as on death row, where to await a stay
of execution is not a lost cause

With our first breath, we encounter the strife
necessary to survive in this world
but once we learn this trick, we lose its value

like a victim of fire covered in gauze
has little need to witness flags unfurled
we watch the world burn with our eyes ague

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