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Last Breath- A poem about emotional weight

Updated on January 8, 2013

Title: Last Breath

Chains hold me to the floor

Hopes cold and withered to the core

An ash of what they used to be

A shriveled grin of my humanity

Take a picture to remember me

Cause the days are wearing me away

And I'm running out of things to say

The silence of a prayer is all that remains


I'm breaking in a pool of glass

Spread at my feet like shards of past

That pieced together remain true

Along with the scars, the black and the blue

Cause it's not what I see or even wish

It's not what is beyond control

It's that part that's hidden away

The hidden pigment of my soul


You can't always hide; pretend; and fake

When your shoulders feel as though they could break

A heart slashed open; a gaping hole

Cause life has changed; beyond control

It's not about changing what you need to be

It's about surviving; with a hope to believe

That today could be tomorrow's past

Or the weight could win with this breath as the last

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      Adam 4 years ago from Florida

      well written. the crushing feeling is one that can be most difficult. but the key is survival