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The Last Breath
The setting sun pulls the hope
From my soul like its last breath
Left in forced reverence to
Contemplate love's sudden death
Blind to light and to reason
Left empty and without air
Silent, fearing the future
Shoulders shake, wrought with despair
Tell me now, if one's able
To recover time and love
And peace and emotion spent,
Lost, locked in my treasure trove?
Where does one find the pieces
The pieces lost and scattered
Of what could have been perfect,
Now just torn, bruised, and battered?
Hesitating even in
My dreams to utter a sound
Lest I should break, soul fragile
Shattered, helpless on the ground
I thought I heard you enter
The creak of doors betray me
Haunted by your lullaby,
Chained, unable to set free
