Breath Persists

Well, I honestly wasn’t planning on another Dark Poetry…I promise! Seriously! So before you read, please be aware that the poem you’re about to read isn’t lovely. It’s about a man wishing his breath was gone from him.

What more can I do?
Who can I turn to?
The blood - I envision will spill over 
My sheets so I ponder. 

What more can I say? 
How many more tears must fall?

Here, I’ve had my last meal.
I’ve drank my last drink. 
Yet, this breath persist. 

And a coward with a gun on 
His right, and a knife in front of him 
Refuses to take his last breath.  

Thanks for reading this dark poem.
Till next time,
gkgaius
Deo Volente

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