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a line has been drawn

by Ava Blu

the humidity is alive in my veins
and I no longer feel a long breath
I no longer feel revived

pulled in different directions,
different timezones,
my body contorting beyond control

something is being covered up
and I know the ways to hide

I know the ways around the writing on the wall

if I can’t breathe,
if smog is consuming the lungs,
I exhaust all efforts
to help it live

it’s all for nothing

and someone should really tell you this.


04/29/2009

Posted on 04/29/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/29/09 at 07:20 PM

A short burst of intensity. It's almost like this thing hits its peak at the very first line and has completely winded down at the end. I can imagine the voice in the first line being a lot louder than in the last one. That first stanza, by the way, is a phenomenal shot of imagery. Brilliantly captured.

Posted by Nanette Bellman on 05/01/09 at 05:51 PM

gosh i know this feeling all too well.

Posted by Jolie Jordan on 02/20/10 at 03:17 AM

Wait, are you somehow talking to me? I get this completely. Ouch.

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