Last Breath. A poem.

My very last breath

Suspended and succinct
Drawn fatefully in duress
Through a lifetime of failure
And subdued success

A turn of the corner
Like a turn in my eye
A fitful melancholy
Forever present in mind

My black dog companion
Always here by my side
The pall of loneliness
More expansive than pride

Who is there to remember
All the good that I did
All gone now, replaced
By a requiem of sins

And what now of love?
In truth, all I needed
That unrequited soul
To whom my heart seceded

This very last breath
Perhaps like this will not pass
Let this seed, this thread
Weave a brand new start

Take my very first breath

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