THE LAST BREATH
On 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
About author
You might also like
DEMON WITHIN
I can’t let anyone in there yet I might die before I let anyone in there Where my deepest secrets lie bare There is a monster I’ve kept caged My
TO A FRIEND DYING YOUNG
KD’s very first poem as written by Rapu’m. I was going to publish one of mine but he beat me to it. Have a read below and enjoy. As the name
Life Is A Short Smile
I met a lady during my years of torture She said to me: If my child identifies as gay He will die. Why? I asked. She replied: The mental torture
23 Comments
Rapu'm
October 08, 05:03And I just remembered Lana Del Rey singing, in Dark Paradise, “…I’m scared that you won’t be waiting on the other side.”
Micky
October 08, 05:16Hmmm.. 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.
pinkpanthertb
October 08, 05:28I’m with you there, Micky.
Dennis Macauley
October 08, 05:40A 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!
pinkpanthertb
October 08, 05:43Touche. LOL!
Khaleesi
October 08, 06:24hahahhhaa @Dennis, kaiii … you’re whizzing off to hell on pink Rollerblades …
Dennis Macauley
October 08, 07:10*sips chamonile*
#NoShadeIntended
maxonex
October 08, 08:52Exactly… You write what you feel…
daniel
October 08, 05:58Lemme 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, 06:30Lol…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!
pinkpanthertb
October 08, 07:24Lmao!
pinkpanthertb
October 08, 07:22Lol. Touché
#TeamKizito
October 08, 06:25Hmmm,
chestnut
October 08, 06:48Speak!!!! YOU, open ur mouth and SPEEEAAKKK!!!!
xpressivejboy
October 08, 07:24Nice one, Ola.
Ruby
October 08, 07:44Beautifully done Ola
Though Dark but Touching
*I kinda prefer the Porn-ems tho*
pinkpanthertb
October 08, 07:54Why thanks Ruby. 🙂 One porn-em coming up
Constant
October 08, 08:37*Joins the queue for Porn-em* Nice write up Ola, brought memorie of my late Grandma…Rest In Peace Bae….
king de catel
October 08, 08:48This 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…..
Lanre Swagg
October 08, 10:50Hey , 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.
Verified
October 08, 18:56I really do not know how I felt after reading this piece… Nice tho but seriously got me thinking…
gad
October 08, 20:35This 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
Kachi
October 09, 01:08Beautiful