*Nitrogen*
Another broken night
The black cloud of my soul
still collects the weight of tears
No more air to breath
The nitrogen of grief lives on
***
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© Eclipse 2008 – 2011
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Another broken night
The black cloud of my soul
still collects the weight of tears
No more air to breath
The nitrogen of grief lives on
***
Shared on Poetry Potluck
and Poets United
© Eclipse 2008 – 2011
the sound of a broken night, always the same, telling you you will be alright, but first you need to survive the insomnia and the dark … Lovely!
powerful, but stark
Sending you some Oxygen …….
Breathe……………..
Love to you, and I hope you dont still get many Nights like this one. Hugs. Dreamwalker