Sunday, September 16, 2007

Breathe

I have allowed you to
Place me in a little box
So small, I can hardly
Breathe.

I do not like it in the box
It is small and
I like to
Breathe.

So you sit there
On the box
Talking at me
Not to me, as if nothing is
Amiss.

I will allow you to leave
If you will
So I can leave this little box and
Breathe.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

That's right purtay!

Nathan said...

Thanks. I occasionally have an inspired moment. It seems that my poems usually involve women, frustration, or frustration with women... I guess we all need our muse...