The Last Breath

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(We have been discussing the soul and death in school a lot

and I found this old poem that I think fits well. It is a difficult topic

and one I hope to analyze in a metaphysical level.)

When it comes to the end

To transcend life

I cannot comprehend but I know

It’s not pretty, pink, prim or gitty

It is none of these things

For example watch a rated R movie

You will see

What I mean about the end

But the movies have only the look of death down

Pale, cold, final words, crying hands to hold, dramatic fall

The rest of the movie’s ideas

A mass of lies

In reality death not about that cinema glory

Or the man who died doing what he loved

Those are words newscasters love to use to

Place a blanket of cover

Over the deadly details and truth

When it comes to the end

How ever painful

Or painless it may be

The last breath of life is the final act

In your life

However miserable or wonderful it was

That last breath is the last thing you’ll see

So when the unfortunate but unavoidable light comes

You must choose sprint from it or towards it

You might be triumph you might be defeated

Chase it, embrace the outcome

And take your last breath

Knowing as you do

The final gasp, grasp of air

Before the cold claws of death

Sink their claws into you

Remember that you lived

That you were accomplished, loved, content

Remember before death takes you

And you’re a gravestone in row 2

Now the world goes on

But without you

So sip that breathe and enjoy the sweet taste it will give

Because you will soon no longer live

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