Is it what makes us alive

or is it what kills us?

Is it what we take

as we enter this world

or the clue we leave behind

of our existence?



Why does it hasten

when he speaks

and leave my lungs

when I need it most?

Have I ever breathed

the same breath twice?

If not, where does it go?

I believe someone's

stolen it this time.



Each one brings us

closer to death

but we take more

when we're most alive.

What does that say about the world's cruelty?