I cannot breathe

Posted under Pain Poems by Paul Summerscales

I CANNOT BREATHE

To express yourself without feeling ,
is like a beauty ,
so unappealing ,
is like a bird without a beak,
that cannot sing,
a mauve orange,
with no peeling .
Its like theres the atlantic ,
between us ,
or a treble decker ,
impossible square wheeled bus.
Its like me holding you so near,
but i have no hands ,
its like a coward without fear ,
the sahara minus its sands.
How can we see,
but not concieve,
take away the oxygen ,
but still you breathe ,
have a greenery ,
without the leaves ,
an overcoat without the sleeves ,
or a crow that cannot fly ,
or maybe jupiter ,
without the eye ,
which ever way round ,
the day you left,
is the day i died

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