Poem -
Bitter Sweet
The oxygen is wicked
It drowns my lungs
It kills my brain cells
I can't go on living with it
I can't live without it
Perhaps oxygen was the fruit of Eden
Or perhaps it was salt
My doc says it'll be my downfall
The devil knew
We are undone
By too much of a good thing
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Hmmmmm?...this has me seriously curious my friend.....does this mean you have an illness?....Or am I reading to much into it?....It has a strangely powerful compelling edge to it AL!!......ALL STARS!!.....ALWAYS enjoy your stuff dear poet brother!!.....Peace......T xo : )
No, as humans we all get killed by oxygen eventually, if something else doesn't kill us first. But I also wanted to point out that salt can be poison (by the imagined voice of someone with high cholesterol)... and both are metaphors for other poisonous "good things"
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Hmmm thanks for showing your intent on this one, to me I saw it as guilt or something artificially produced from within yourself. Like your mindset or perspective. Either way a powerful write my friend! Best wishes to you, your friend Max
Interesting take. Somedays, I do feel guilty for eating, perhaps even breathing, possibly simply for taking up space---only on my worst days. This poem wasn't about that but it could subconsciously flavour it to a degree LOL