One Last Breath
…So I wither another day
Away to the bone, cold slow death.
No rising up, naught left to say,
And naught the strength for one last breath.
I stare into the shadowed room,
Icy abyss through which I fall.
Pay homage to the dearth and gloom—
The want, which starkly paints the wall.
I’d shut my eyes to the gray scene,
If the pain might allow me to;
But nothing left in life serene,
Just one more thing I cannot do.
The list has grown, so close to “all”
It stands now, yearning’s testament.
I’d scream, but who would hear my call?
A voice? One more thing I forewent.
The end arrived so long ago,
And tethered me to agony.
Yet still I’m here, but God to know
If it will ever set me free.
The tears dry up, the will severs
While I just face forward and stare,
As conscious thought soon dissevers
Any reason(s) I’d have to care.
[This message has been edited by Michael (09-24-2017 11:45 AM).]