Labored with in a hollow cavern,
the air stagnant,
slow to move.
Fear of escaping the warmth
of the hollowed womb.
It has grown thick.
It is red.
It is Silent
Living dead
Pulsing
bleeding
forever
feeling
A shallow breath
INHALE
Exhale
Something a little dark. For years this has been an outlet. I fear I have become a slave to my world. I just need to breathe. ~Enreal
Journals Of Enreal 
dear and divine… good poem….
inhale love….exhale happiness….be a tree of fragrant flowers….purpose of life…love all.
very dark indeed…. i like this one a lot en…
Beautiful.
Just lovely.
thank you.