A Breath Held and Lost
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A Breath Held and Lost:
A. J. Darkholme:
A Breath Held and Lost
True freedom, you see,
Starts not with a dream,
But after it’s tossed to the wind.
Unless you let go,
That dream will then grow
Til under its weight you’ll be pinned;
You’ll feel sad; you’ll feel crushed,
Like your voice has been hushed.
Your talents, unseen and unheard…
Let me spare you the pain
Of a hopeful heart, slain;
Allow me to focus what’s blurred:
Become me instead
Join the Corporate Undead
And work til you drop for a dime;
It may not be fun…
But when you’re all done
The money you made can buy time.
You’ll be older, but free
To finally see
These things I have taught you are right;
I’d prove this to you
But my days have grown few
And I don’t think I’ll last through the night.
- A. J. Darkholme (October 2016)
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