Breath Away

Visual cacophonies: I witness Them, blithe and impaired-smouldering like a Cigarette. Phoenix, to rise from ashes Is irrelevance; flame is far from a Necessity to warmth, though I am no Prometheus with bruises of the mind. It has wavered too long, taken too slow To only find it has been wasted time (And the time peices are all unfriendly here). They, unreliable and tepid, take The breath away from me-it idles there, Steaming from exposure, cursed and fake. There lacks a subtle hinting waif to speak Of all unglories of a Heart that's weak. "Breath Away" Jenna-Nichole Conrad Wordsmith