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...Of the last breath
By SolApathy
Into the darkness in which I was bred
I knew soon they would cut off my head
Escaping the light to hide from the fight
Knew in my soul I wasn’t right
Breaking of the door –A horror so much…Less
Than my anticipation of my coming death
Surrounded; I focus on my last breath
I dare to open my eyes as I will embrace my final rest
Finding myself still here comfortable laying upon
... Mothers’ chest
Fallen asleep for just a moment
Forgetting
My fear of her impending death
I wait in painful sorrow of her last
…Breath
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Tuesday, February 7, 2017.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Even in the comforting arms of sorrow I feel the sun's painComments on "...Of the last breath"
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A former member wrote:
What a wonderfully written poem that is beautiful yet heart aching.
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A former member wrote:
The things that are the most beautiful are the ones that can bring us the most pain. Very powerfully scripted, my love. Reb:).
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On Tuesday, February 7, 2017, 10 Forty Three
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Sounds like a double-edge sword. We'll always feel pain somewhere deep. Powerful and emotional piece. Well done my friend. - 10:43
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