He leaved the brithing air
With every sound he came closer
closer to the core until
he was there no more
He leaved the brithing air
like it was muscle attached to bone
hacking cough of the gates of hell
welcomed every breath
He leaved the brithing air
silence was his friend
and melody his enemy
sasquatch to that core
He leaved the brithing air
not a living breath of doubt
not a faithless hiker
not a road sweeper
He leaved the brithing air
not now expectant
not here and there
but present in my brow
He leaved the brithing air
waiting for a miracle
unaware he was one
aware just the same
He leaved the brithing air
when it was all around
He leaved the brithing air
and hit out at his enemy
He leaved the brithing air
obnoxious to the core
He leaved the brithing air
’til he was no more
Andrew Watkins ©2022
I'm bilaterally deaf, schizophrenic, autistic, talented individual. I can see you thinking...What was his day job? Well, I am a qualified systems engineer and i worked in computers. To be honest I can't remember what I wrote in my bio which I deleted. I write I draw, It is my goal in life to be anything but facsimilia. I believe life is duodecimal, you live you die, dark. Some call this depression and indeed I am a depressive schizophrenic. To be something is a great thing-some call it drosophilae syndrome(to be studied), a term I coined myself. As I appreciate in words as I get older sometimes it helps to remember what it was like being a child with drosophilae syndrome where the other is to be seen. This is why I draw and write. 