Empty Breather
Empty Breather
Damn the quiet sickness
that you keep as secret luck,
but some remnant of peace
has granted me with much less muck.
Unlike the flames that burn
this is a natural sort of light:
a softer air of peace
to beathe can kill away the night.
An air, so bare won't promise
paradise with a coin
but care so there
won't be anything destroyed.
Empty breather,
you can breath now.
You had early morning sickness,
but wait 'til noon comes around
