My final breath
I have gone from you, and you are free.
The battle has been fought, and won for you.
At the price of my silence, you, love...are free.
In my heart I know it's the best I can do.
I am left to bleed and die in sight
Of the sun that mocks me as it slowly blurs.
But I smile, I cry...in despair, delight
For you know I love you...I loved you first.
Washing with the tides of fate, so fickle,
I count my final hours that remain.
I'm counting the sands of time which trickle
And shift finely, steadily...down the drain.
I wish for nothing than death's compassion,
In my despair where you are far.
I am nothing but empty, existing in confusion,
With realizations and hopes...of a dying star.
I am weary and tired and in need of rest.
When I will have them, I know not for sure.
If this is a struggle, let me pass this test.
Come wisdom embrace me and be my cure.
Would you kindly reach out and pull me through
This pain that so consumes me more?
I know this is foolish- but I haven't a clue
On how to pick what's left of me from the floor.
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