The last breath

The last breath

A Poem by AllauraRose

You're walking in the woods at night, when you hear someone behind you.

Walking down the cold, dark, slim path
I see a light shining in the distance 
The trees wail as I step on broken twigs
I hear steps trod behind me
I know not to look back

I grab the knife in my pocket 
I see a clearing up ahead
The open field calls my name

I stumble on a rock and lose my balance
The steps behind me stop
I quickly get up and run
Where am I?
Dirt falls over me

I realize I'm in a grave
My grave
The air is running low
I can't seem to breath
The dirt is towering over me

At least I know I tried to escape...

© 2017 AllauraRose

Author's Note

This is for a contest, I don't normally right stuff like this...

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He stamped the earth with boots of muddied leather,
Then trudged, head hung, along a homeward path;
He trembled, sweating, though unsure of whether
It was a virus or his fevered wrath.

She’d left him stranded with a dog, two cats,
A cottage of disheveled bric-a-brac,
Assorted sweaters, shoes, and stacks of hats,
And four cold words: I’m never coming back!

He thought, You’re never leaving, though, you b***h.
Your lover came for you, and wasn’t he
Surprised to find you two would share a ditch
And not a cozy condo by the sea?

He looked behind, where rain—and madness—blurred
Where hearts were cracked, and sacked, and then interred.

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Added on November 10, 2017
Last Updated on November 16, 2017
Tags: woods, death, horror, murder



Raleigh, NC

A fifteen year old introvert who found a way to express herself. Some of my poems are okay and sometimes they are trash, just bare with me. I'm no Emily Dickinson, but I'm me. more..