Last Breath

by Lofallenve   Apr 22, 2012


So tear me wide open
And dissect my pathetic soul
You'll find naught but black ashes
a poor desecrated heart.
And blood of the distraught.
Torn apart and left to rot,
Not a part of me remains whole.
I'm left dying in this winter cold,
At the point of no return,
Heaven can't save me now
Resuscitation is but for not,
Do not waste your time,
Do not waste your valuable breath.
For I am left as a walking corpse
A broken shell of what I used to be.
Dead and dying,
But somehow still breathing
Take this minuscule life from me,
End my pain,
Bring to a standstill my suffering.
Let me go peacefully
incinerate my body,
Spread the ashes in the wind
Allow me to soar on the breeze
But do not shed a tear for me.
When your hands become empty
Wash yourself of your pity,
Wash yourself of my tragedy.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Poetic Grunt

    Well done on the imagination.... Also the old english lanuage I love that....way different then my style og writing but good job.

  • 11 years ago

    by PETER EDWARDS

    Wow! What a poem! The feelings in this poem hit you like an avalanche.
    Simply love it. You have much talent.
    Keep writing!

  • 11 years ago

    by Victoria

    Very sad, meaningful lines!

    Great poem!

  • 11 years ago

    by Joseph Boadi

    I could really feel what the persona expresses,deep sharp emotions flood this piece.amazing write

  • 11 years ago

    by Veamm

    Greetings.

    I read like 10 poems of yours. But, this one caught my attention so hard.

    First of all, Your vocabulary is wide that you can describe your message so well with the mix of depthness on it. Secondly, the emotions that you rooted on your piece is exceptional. It is strong and direct. Lastly, the flow is kinda off to me but as I go on reading the flow keeps on getting better. It is a fine piece. Be proud.

    Keep it up
    5 for me

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