I'M Never Greeted.
Dead dried leaves,
and i bleed for reasons unknown,
I'm the last breath your life receives.
No king will fill the high throne.
And once again my chromosomes make me gasp alone.
Only mortals seems to bleed..
Allergens leave me allergic to substance,
So i tread water 3 inches deep,
Condensation helps me breathe for energy in present tense.
But ankle deep health doesn't seem to seep.
Bandages don't seem to protect,
Just cover and help with a clean conscience,
Damages stay available to the weakness of death.
Life stays unchanging but never constant.
Dinky and fragile things seems needed,
But i wallop in double negatives, freely flowing,
Confused faces welcome me to the stage but I'm never greeted.
Not even a thousand breaths can detour my constant blowing.
Copyright © Monte Banner | Year Posted 2009
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