The Last Breath


Your voice to me is Deafening
Your state of mind unsettling
although your smile is welcoming
your hands they are still trembling

Battle wounds stitched with glue
Body twisted, corkscrew loose
Ink filled lungs, black tattoo
Nothing that time can undo

Clean white sheets, sterile air
oxygen mask and missing hair.
Hands are lifted, unspoken prayer
Flat line, An empty chair

Clocks stopped, time of death
chest rises, One final breath.

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