MY BREATH

I cherish you my breath,
You hold my health,
You could be my last,
Never cared in the past.

Bur worry dawns on me,
How later would be,
With the maggots yellow teeth,
Menacing at my flesh.

If I could evade death,
I’d save you dear breath,
But its live and roaring in my veins,
Like a mad hungry river thirsty to drawn.

Sucking my bones of its strength,
Draining my heart of its joy,
My hopes are covered with doubt,
And planting hollowness in me.

Its you breath that hold me,
My hopes clinging unto you,
Like a tick on dead skin,
Hoping it’d tick a little longer.

My breath,
My faith,
My health,
My death.