Breathe Knocked downKnocked outBlood pouringCan’t breathe. Fear growing Pulse pounding Thoughts racing Can’t breathe. Face beaten Body bruised Hands nailed Can’t breathe. Death coming Darkness looming God turning Don’t breathe. Others are Reading Forever the End: A Poem of One Woman’s Acceptance of the End of a Relationship This Old Guitar Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: My First Year at Emerson College and My Parent’s Divorce What’s Your Name Again? My Solace The Light Inside Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * one × = 9