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May 2014
I feel a pressure on my chest,
Feel myself rise like a waves white crest
I feel it leaving, my last breath
I never thought I'd come face to face,
with death

I thought if drugs would **** me,
They'd have done it by now
I didn't think they'd **** me,
Sweat drips from my brow

I wake up in a cold shower
My friend smacking my face
The pressure is gone now,
I couldn't let that breath escape

Now when I see *******, I feel strange
I feel wisdom that comes with pain or age
Stay away from that ****, and keep your nose clean
Trust me, please,
Sometimes, my nostrils still bleed
And I can hear my mothers screams
in the back of my head
When I was thought to be dead,
And that cold water hit me,
And I saved that breath
Ronnie James Corbin
Written by
Ronnie James Corbin  Dayton, Ohio
(Dayton, Ohio)   
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