Tuesday, September 09, 2014

Poetry: Last Breath

The smell of nascent death
Just scant few hours left
The loss of an eye’s depth
On the draw of the last breath

It’s harrowing and ethereal
Frozen with no way to feel
An embrace of pity
Coupled with a kiss of mercy

Sometimes it’s easier to let go
Than stick with what we know
There was once love here
A privilege co-opted by fear

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