Oxygen

The air I breathe;
The air you breathe.
It is so pure
Only until polluted.
Sickness takes over.
God lends a hand.
The oxygen you breathe
Is pure again.
So tell me,
Do you live because
Of oxygen or
because of God?
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Mercedes Moerer.

 

Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?