Silent, hidden in dark shadows place,
I bide... waiting... waiting for my time.
In repose, when weakest I shall rise,
your soul to embrace in natures way.
Breath a gift of life sustaining need,
breathe deep... breathe long... it may be your last.
Every breath is life... inhale...exhale,
to steal the next or the last may be.
I wait in place shadowed counting beats,
for each is mine and I hold them close.
Every pulse holds my purpose at bay,
single moments pause will loose my bonds.
Dwell not on days that will never be,
you'll know... when I steal your breath away.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
Form: Blank Verse
Copyright © Robert Stoner Jr | Year Posted 2020
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