THE LAST BREATH

THE LAST BREATH

A Poem by theabstractink

The day when i first held you in my arms, I knew that you were the missing piece of my puzzle

Your touch turns me into a sublime deity,

The way you caress my hair, I see my beauty redefined.


And you knew it too,

My skin senses the fear of losing you, 

I have been molested and harassed, frowned upon and humiliated

They took every chance they got to suffocate my free air


But the day we met, when you looked at me, a gasp of freedom ran through my spine

From all the pain and suffering of all these years

I knew you were my rescue, my salvation, my preservation

It was a perfect world and you were my saviour


But now you are dying, losing your breath 

And i am looking at you: vulnerable and exposed

Wondering how you innocently trapped my heart,

made me fall in love with you with every breath i took


Oh life! What an unstoppable tragic carousel

The heavens are masters of our fate 

And us mere mortals, with those sad hopeful eyes

Waiting for a guardian angel to alleviate our misery 


Yet again, The Master did not disappoint me 

My person, my love, is dying on me 

My heart is tormented, my soul is perishing

Pain and misery is a deceptive notion


Hanging over to my shoulder, grinning and snorting

Knowing well that it’s time go, 

But the me that I am, is selfish when it comes to love 

Who wouldn’t be?

© 2020 theabstractink


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Dear 'fellow' poet,
This is excellent and very difficult to review, therefore!!!
The only sentence that I would change is..'But the me that I am..' It's slightly wordy, at first glance but then on reading ita second time I find it to be a beautiful line!
A truly wonderful poem. Extremely well written. Cheers, Alison.

Posted 3 Months Ago


theabstractink

3 Months Ago

thanks for your review Alison. appreciated.
Thank you so much I get this losing her at only 5 years old, and due to such a violent death was aweful. Your words do well at capturing my broken heart. It was surreal seeing her die and not being able to help.

Posted 3 Months Ago


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theabstractink

3 Months Ago

thank you for your feedback
There is an insane kind of pleasure in having my girlfriends die on me. I like to bury them myself. If I cant get them no one else can. Bye bye. See you in heaven. (Or hell)

Posted 3 Months Ago


theabstractink

3 Months Ago

Interesting. It's one way to put perspective into this poem.
Had the feel of a Jack London tale. Knowing happiness and then learning sadness. Jack London wrote. The gods always win, even with a great love. Death will steal our happiness. I liked the flow of thoughts and the honest tone of the words. A excellent poem shared dear poet.
Coyote

Posted 3 Months Ago


theabstractink

3 Months Ago

thanks . i tried my best to assemble all the emotions in one poem which all the readers ca connect w.. read more
Coyote Poetry

3 Months Ago

You did well and you are welcome.

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Added on June 8, 2020
Last Updated on June 11, 2020
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