Freedom

By O

 

This is an extract frm a poem titled freedom

:I was grappling and gasping;

Chocking and gagging

From that pungent stench.

That odor that rises from anguish.

That torture that leaves a throbbing heartache each time I inhaled.

That twinge that proliferated with each exhale.

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