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Remember to breathe.

As I digest stress.

By Oliver MPublished 2 months ago 1 min read

Upon the arrival of everything not yet the beginnning of something in the way,

I smell the fresh air of stress not from you,

it was from the stink of my socks.

The departure left me unscathed,

much to my erratic laughing,

I see you whistle a love we used to have,

still I falter to breathe.

Once too often you and I give way,

lately much to my wisdom.

I create none but my idiocy of losing myself on triggered words,

words to my own world created all of my stress that begins and ends on such grievances of aggression.

I need fresh free air to breathe,

I need no one,

I need that air to love my lungs,

and make a sigh which is a sign.

I need to breathe again.

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About the Creator

Oliver M

Poetry is my past, the future rolls for no one. I'd rather have her exorcise my past and to entertain as life goes by in this chaotic world.

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