Jupiter:

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
'Planet' Series

Submitted: November 01, 2015

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A stuttered breath;
Short coming and stagnant.
The senses are sensitive to this air.

I cannot seem to breathe,
My lungs are turning to lead,
and there is helium in my head.

I cannot breathe.

Oh God,
save me for I cannot breathe.

Eyes are cold,
And bleeding out my core,
This is the most of me,
That I ever will be.

Wake me;
A lack of oxygen to the brain,
clogs the thoughts,
alters the body,
stalls the heart to stillness.


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