The Seventh Sound (Day 7 of NaPoWriMo 2015)

Tonight’s post is going to be another challenge of sorts, one organically created just this moment! Since it is April 7th and we seem to be having a current trend in the last few posts with reference to the date (five words of death, for example on April 5th). Tonight, we are going to try a poem with lines that consist ONLY of seven syllables! (Gulp). Let’s see how this goes below:

So tired of this illness,

in which I am not sure if,

it’s in the air or in me,

fighting to exhale freely,

my engine knows only of

friction and an unseen force.

One that cannot be captured,

one that does not need air but

grasps it away quickly.

It is conspiring with

the offspring of various

inhabitants of this world.

I am a casualty that

cannot be upset at the

retaliation of this

once healthy and worshiped place.

It will only be so long

before the fire nation

is the least of our worries.

The human being will not

live or breathe here anymore.

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