The Last Breath (My struggle to face it)


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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