I want to breathe….

Posted byEugene HardyPosted inMichiem, of the House of Woo, Personal Journal, Personal Mysticism, PoetryTags:, ,

My throat feels raw,
constricted….

The ar is thick with
will h smog of cars and
jets.

For better air I must
rise above it.

I want to breathe,
as a freed man,
fulfilled in deeds and

In spirit.

Some day,
that will be.

Published by Eugene Hardy

Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry.