In and out,
the breath of an angel.
I see the cloud of dust around,
falling like the star of faith.
Pushed out in a moment,
crammed in a tiny space.
Flickered emotions,
a time of recluse and happiness.
Bright lights in front of my eyes,
a speeding bullet in my face.
Temptation to say yes,
by nothing to pursue.
I'm lost,
but I breath the breath of an angel.
The danger to his life has gone away,
for my breath is exhaled once more.
Author notes
What do you think it is about?
A contest entry
- Exhale by Exodus.
525 points, ended December 13, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Honestly, and admittedly I am a twisted individual...this poem speaks to me of the Holocaust and of the gas chambers...
~I see the cloud of dust around,
falling like the star of faith.~
the "star of faith" made me think of the star of David.
~a speeding bullet in my face.~
made me think of firing squads.
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I guess that is one way to interpert it. Thanks fpr the commment though.
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This is an interesting piece, and a curious take on the prompt. I must admit that though I have some (very) vague ideas on its subject I have nothing concrete. Nevertheless this was a lovely read. Thank you
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