Tuesday, April 8, 2014

I wish he could have been there,
When the world crashed down.
I wish someone
Could have reached for me
Before the moment turned deadly
And pulled me back to safety.
So when my mind betrayed me,
Drawing my lungs as cruel allies,
I could either breathe too little too fast
Or not at all.
Neither was chosen.
My call for help went answered,
Yet I still wish I had not needed to call.

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