Breath of death

Opening up my chest to reveal,

my feelings for a hope inside.

In an instant my breath is taken away,

unable to move by this falling I face.

What I knew in my heart has broken me,

with the silence that now entombs my will.

No words left to soundly speak in agony,

denied by the fear holding me down.

Drowning in the waters of love to survive,

stolen breath to become this image I now see.

Minutes feel as the years before hanging on,

shaking profusely encumbered breaking light.

Generating factitious lies befalling to demise certain,

no hope left in the tears crashing on the shores of death.

As my chest speaks of love this silent breath paints my soul,

air ceases to flow under the winds need for more.

Speeding heartbeat reminding life is at its end,

for love I died, but not before you took my breath away.





Johnny Newell