PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The next breath comes



So slowly, so quietly, so distant

From the one preceding it,

But still it comes,

And I release the one that I was holding myself.



The next breath comes



Releasing me from the terror that rose

With the last breath that actually wasn't.

Again the sunken chest rises and falls shallowly

Each time a little less than the time before

Until the time when it does lift with life again,

When the stillness comes finally

And the only breathing will be mine

Tortured with it's own ragged gasps

At the end I knew was coming.



I inhale and wait



And the next breath comes