Breathe
There are times when I wish there were no air,
For sometimes I really do not care to breathe.
When life reveals one disaster after another,
Death seems to be the finer option.
When all emotion has gone, air is all that remains,
No water, no food, no passion and no love.
When negative energy is worthless and plenty,
When liars sing there cheap sick song.
Never revealing their true intention,
They elevate my trip into a spectacular fall.
When I really don't care to breathe... I realise,
Life's gift is far too precious to squander...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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