We Watch Silently
Written March 12, 2020
they tell me that my lungs
are like sponges
endless pathways
hollowed rivulets
spiraling into oblivion
when my wish is to fill
balloons near my heart with
clean
sweet
air
uncontaminated by other people’s
breath soured with time
fluctuating between worlds
the good and bad
don’t care who make
their beds
We Watch Silently © Safira Schiowitz
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Wow, Safira! I found myself reading this poem again and again. The timely nature of this topic really moves something inside the reader that is hard to ignore.
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