I Have No Time to Read A Poem

 I have no time to read a poem

And even less to write one up.

I have to focus hard on breathing

I cannot fill my chest with air.

A burr of headache makes me see that

I do not breathe. I only sigh.

I thought a sigh is incidental

you let it fly, and life goes on.

Yet here I am in this tight knot

of suspirations and regrets.

If there’s a way to free my chest

I’ll flow my pain into free verse.

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