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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Living On Borrowed Breath
[time] => 2003-01-17 11:00:00
[hometext] => i think only death will push us to become our best selves so this is a simple poem i write to myself to inspire and enlighten when life refuses to go my way.
[bodytext] => Living On Borrowed Breath
I live today On borrowed breath For I once stray from fated death. While sucking my last breath I begged God for a chance I heard myself cry, hoping He would save the last dance. Window of my soul closed And sad songs played Black birds flew to me As if knowing I was dead. I saw the light of a train That traveled with force so bold And the sudden crimson rain Is the ode from this broken soul I thought I could cry And listened to people weep But now I felt pierced On the chest, nine inch deep. Nothingness was there Light and blackness everywhere. I asked God for a chance To see the final dance To replay the rain To live again. God I just want to borrow some time Some breath Not now, Death! Sitting afar and aloof He looked and vanished With a tear in His eye He said ‘it is finished’ Heaven door closes, noises rise I know where I am Someone touches me and sighs I am, I am damned. The golden sun kisses softly on my cheek I open my tired eyes and see Bright cards and smiling people around me. I winked at God this morning and put all my sorrows to death I live every second to my finest for I am living on borrowed breath. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 43 [informant] => yesterdayboy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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