...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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Published on Tuesday, February 7, 2017. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Even in the comforting arms of sorrow I feel the sun's pain

Comments on "...Of the last breath"

A former member wrote: What a wonderfully written poem that is beautiful yet heart aching.
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:).
On Tuesday, February 7, 2017, 10 Forty Three (543) wrote:

Sounds like a double-edge sword. We'll always feel pain somewhere deep. Powerful and emotional piece. Well done my friend. - 10:43
On Tuesday, February 7, 2017, Adagios (716) wrote:

that last line was an absolute dagger in the chest. well rendered my friend