Breath

By Tulip Mayer

Breath is missing,
Breath is caught,
Life became nightmare,
Like it was never before.

Breath is impossible,
Breath is expensive,
Masks became necessity,
Like air became a curse.

Breath is short,
Breath is limited,
Human became worthless,
Like life is nothing more than a misery.

Breath is important,
Breath is missing,
Oxygen became valuable,
Like waiting in a queue to fill the cylinders.

Breath is breaking news,
Breath is exclusive,
Breath became a donation,
Like travelling from one part to another.

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