Going Poetic for Her

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My lungs are heavy,

my breath is thick,

my heart keeps wishing,

God be with me.

I wrote it on paper,

with a colourless ink,

wishing it would clean off,

any time I blink.

The clock keeps ticking,

Her voice is getting louder,

and louder She is talking,

though I can't hear Her.

She will always be there,

I heard the old farmer say,

Just look at Her in the eyes,

For this, too, shall pass away.

DeeyssertFlower© inspiring an upcoming greater poet: Ugochukwu Ejikeme.