Breathing
He takes another labored, raspy breath;
there’s spittle in the corner of his mouth.
The veil between this life and certain death
is stretched transparent like a piece of gauze.
His semiconscious mind would seem adrift,
inspects the gossamer for tiny flaws.
The voices from behind him ring a bell,
and yet he knows the path is up ahead.
A break among the trees reveals a dell;
he grins, leans in, and takes his final breath.
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for the B Forms and Words Poetry Contest
sponsored by Sotto Poet
checked with HowManySyllables.com
written on 03/04/23
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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