Say it.

Don’t keep it.

What have i done?

Control not yourself,

Loosen up, don’t restraint.

I can’t read between the lines.

Tell me its breaking my heart;

I know i am damn, i am hurt too.

We’re dying, this air, this space, killing us.

In response to NovemberNotes challenge hosted by Theresa Doughty of Hearstrings Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer.

Day 10 prompt: Air by Rayvon Owen



About michnavs

Celebrating life in rhythm and rhyme...
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17 Responses to Air

  1. sheldonk2014 says:

    Great read
    love this

  2. tmezpoetry says:

    I have some listening to do!

  3. NJ says:

    Oh dear! If only…

  4. Davy D says:

    Excellent Mich. That’s one of them thingys again isn’t it? The words and poem flow beautifully 🙂

  5. Excellent.. We take each breath of AIR so much for granted.. And I will have to find this one to listen to too 🙂 Hugs xx

  6. When the heart is involved, it’s difficult to separate it from the brain. Emotional and heartfelt words!

  7. rosemawrites says:

    awww. feeling each word, Mich! WOW

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