THE LAST BREATH

THE LAST BREATH

singles 30On the bed yet I lie,

I feel all tissues failing me

I feel all senses fading from me

I see all faces living dead

My memories come rolling

Like the waves of the sea

Of all I want to do

Yet have not done

Of all I want to say

Yet have not said

Of those little pretty faces

I will see or touch no more

Of all those little cookies

I will smell or eat no more

My heart aches

I feel its weak strength

Fighting in me

My blood slowing down

Its pace

My vision wearing me out

Adieu my loved ones

Until the next life

When we will be together

Sharing once more the wine

And bread yet to bake

When we will not remember

The latter and live again a new life

To you, my beloved one

Life has brought us together

In this clouded world

We shall meet in the other

I will wait for you

I will keep your wine to toast

And bread to share

I will leave your space

In my heart for you

To fill once more.

Written by Ola

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23 Comments

  1. Rapu'm
    October 08, 05:03 Reply

    And I just remembered Lana Del Rey singing, in Dark Paradise, “…I’m scared that you won’t be waiting on the other side.”

  2. Micky
    October 08, 05:16 Reply

    Hmmm.. Sounds too sad. More like a suicide note. Nicely written though but pls try to write stuffs that captures the essence of joy and happiness in this stinking, rotten world. Nice job still Ola.

      • Dennis Macauley
        October 08, 05:40 Reply

        A poet writes what he/she feels. If you are in a dark place, your poetry comes out dark. And if you are in a slutty place (like the people writing porn-ems @ 15), well you know how it will turn out.

        It’s just about writing your feelings, I don’t have any issues with it!

      • Khaleesi
        October 08, 06:24 Reply

        hahahhhaa @Dennis, kaiii … you’re whizzing off to hell on pink Rollerblades …

      • maxonex
        October 08, 08:52 Reply

        Exactly… You write what you feel…

    • daniel
      October 08, 05:58 Reply

      Lemme quickly agree with u on this Micky.. 80% of the poems already posted here r sad.. Does that say gay people r sad? It defies the first dictionary meaning of Gay..

      • chestnut
        October 08, 06:30 Reply

        Lol…but poetry doesn’t really sound deep unless it’s “sad” and “dark” and “troubled”…happy poems are found in kindergaten: ba ba black sheep have u any wool, yes sir,yes sir, 3 bags full…Ok I’m done,Bye!

    • chestnut
      October 08, 06:48 Reply

      Speak!!!! YOU, open ur mouth and SPEEEAAKKK!!!!

    • Ruby
      October 08, 07:44 Reply

      Beautifully done Ola
      Though Dark but Touching
      *I kinda prefer the Porn-ems tho*

  3. Constant
    October 08, 08:37 Reply

    *Joins the queue for Porn-em* Nice write up Ola, brought memorie of my late Grandma…Rest In Peace Bae….

  4. king de catel
    October 08, 08:48 Reply

    This piece reflects the importance of BEGINNING WITH THE END IN MIND.. it is a true picture that will be lived reality one day…I’d rather work hard and lead a meaningful life…so as to have a peaceful transit…thanks Ola for that piece , it inspired me to remain focused and pursue excellence and make meaningful use of the limited time made available to me….but one thing is certain…I won’t fail to give my heart the true love that it yells for…for that is the only thing it might remember when I’m transiting…..

  5. Lanre Swagg
    October 08, 10:50 Reply

    Hey , sadness and depression have been known to inspire writing far more than good emotions. Happy people don’t write – they flenjo.

    As for death, it’s that thing nobody wants to talk about. Some say if you talk about it, it will happen. Hmm so if you don’t talk about it ?

    Those who have experienced the death of a loved one find solace in talking about Death. Cos there’s so many unanswered questions. Those who think death is far off might prefer other topics…

    Thanks for capturing such a deep subject.

  6. Verified
    October 08, 18:56 Reply

    I really do not know how I felt after reading this piece… Nice tho but seriously got me thinking…

  7. gad
    October 08, 20:35 Reply

    This poem just reminded me of the lines of the hymn “over the river faces”it goes thus 1. Over the river faces,I see, fair as the morning,looking for me;Free from their sorrow,grief and despair,waiting and watching patiently there. 2. Brother and sister,gone to the clime,wait for the others coming sometime,..watching for dear ones, waiting below etc.it used to be one of my favorites as a kid

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