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Sunday, 8 April 2018

[Poem] As I Breathe My Last




Tired, 
Running but couldnt feel my legs. 
Energy sapped, 
The colors 
Swirling around my head, 
Are such strange hues, 
Like spilled paint by the galaxy, 
I am dizzy. 

It hurt, 
Where I didn't bleed; 
Gasping for air cut 
My tongue hard. 
I am waiting 
For numbness to set in; 
For the blood to turn cold, 
Before I grow old.

I hear voices, 
Perhaps languages, 
From places so far, 
Yet they're whispers so near. 
The rainbow is trapped 
In a dark twilight; 
I cannot rescue it, 
Breathe my last

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