Holes

Theirs holes in my lung

Filling up with smoke

Every breath I take

I breath my last

Losing blood

Slowly bubbleing over

Time is a ticking clocked

dial it back lets start again

time leave me alone

Let me suffer in peace

silence in the field tonight

Hush dear

I'll be ok when the day comes

For I will fine I will be asleep

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Published on Tuesday, March 27, 2012. Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"

A poem about finding out I had a rib in my lung

Comments on "Holes"

On Tuesday, March 27, 2012, dwells (4177) wrote:

Fell off the tractor, or car accident maybe? Scary stuff, cheers.
On Wednesday, March 28, 2012, Little_Zombie (33) wrote:

Dwells It was a basketball accident. I got stepped on. Cheers
On Wednesday, March 28, 2012, dwells (4177) wrote:

Ouch! thanks for the tale.