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BREATHE

What is it, dear?
Tell me what happened
Why are you agitated?
Tell me what's bothering you
Relax your mind , take a deep breath
Calm your spirit
Sit down and breathe in and out
Breathe! Breathe! Breathe slowly!
Let me hold your hand
So you may not be scared
Tell me now
Tell me, please
I am your friend, let me know your feelings
Breathe! Breathe!
" I am sorry ,dear
I am sorry that I have worried you
Today , I have seen the unspeakable
I was in this  realm of intense furor
There was noisy people everywhere
Those beings looked like bipedal monsters
They were killing  and slashing each other
They were fighting and shouting profanities at each other
They were lying and deceiving
They were abusing and tormenting
Their hands were like tool of destruction
Their mouths were like raging fire
Their feet were like chariots of war
On their chest was written the word Hate
On their back was a big rock
A rock on which the word hypocrisy was inscribed
Yeah I tell thee, I have never seen something like that before."
I am sorry to hear that my friend
I am glad that you are now with me
I am happy to have you as company
Now, fear not, for this realm will disturb you no more
Fear not for I am your shield
" I know you will always care about me
But it seems like you do not understand
I was not referring to a realm which you know not
I was referring to Earth "
Oh no! We are doomed!
How do we get out of here?
“Breathe! Breathe!
Breathe, my dear!"

BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT

(THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES THE AUTHOR’S SIGNATURE STATED HEREIN.)


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