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by William P Strucke

i can not write any more
can't think any longer
can't breathe any deeper

an anvil pressing down
can't smell you any more
can't breathe this thick air
i can't turn off the lights
and i can't keep them on
the pain is bearable;

..but i can't stave my thirst
ten gallons of water
and not a drop to drink

this idle, dank moment
lonely and forgotten
like a laugh underwater
no one knows it exists

i envy your silence
you don't hear the whispers
thrusting in a panic
a heavy weight on my chest


i await your reply.


Posted on 04/13/2007
Copyright © 2024 William P Strucke

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Meagan Green on 04/13/07 at 05:36 AM

one of the best new postings i've read all day. it ends perfectly

Posted by Rhonda Maneki on 04/13/07 at 05:58 AM

Excellent expression...

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