Apex
On the apex of breath try to find
relief
No amount of
disbalief
Can aleve the
pain,
Rain,
absent
Droughts, suffocation, rusts the
adherent
Landscape, environmental
rape
Flickering light overwhelmed by
midnight
No longer has the strength for
fight
On the apex of breath, some
forget
This world spins
Alone
infinately slumbering
Yet
to discover the way
Home.
poem by Samson Minder
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