Gasp’s of breath,
choking on every word,
I coughed up poetry.

I breathe, and sleep poetry.

Deeply lost in thought,
I was born in the depths of chaos,
my universe wished me alive,
upon a falling star I fell from
my heavenly sleep.
I was born on a flick of a tongue,
as a poetic lover
I got lost in translation,
between word’s and paper,
I became an ink smear.

© By Amanda D Shelton