"Oxygen"
Location
Distant in a labyrinth trying to keep afloat,
Wonder why strive for Everest with oxygen a foe.
Miles after miles -vessel equipped- with gadgets ready,
Storm in a sprint targeting a bull's eye with heavy.
"Argh!" "Awk!" the escapement exclaims with brutality,
Time progresses scraping each number-reality.
Marks and rust inconspicuously become my friend,
Rounding and fixing me to become me from within.
Tick after tock and aim after throw, oh patience knows,
That each week, so gradually, oxygen will flow.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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