DRAFT OF HEAVEN

It hurts when I breathe
The pain within my chest
Burns with every breath
Are my lungs but even left?

Is the art of the apothecary
Any solution of mine pest
Tis a cause of melancholy
My own life is my distress.

Oh, draft of heaven singing
Fill my gasping lest
I expire within thy being
Never knowing my purpose best
Copyright © ANDREA TRAVIS

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