Breathe

Breathe for me, dearest one...
Before to long, i will be gone...
I choose to leave, this world behind...
Stand back, separate, no need to change my mind...
This wasnt my intentions, as my days began...
I wanted to rise above life, be the bigger man...
But strength is needed, when you try to topple pain..
And i have no powers, and no more can i maintain...
With no remorse, i leave you...to fight this world alone...
And make this land a more beautiful place, once i am gone...
Lay me in the grave, or spread my ashes in the sea...
because is the last wish, for the broken fool known as me...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Agustin Avatar
February 13, 2026 at 4:35 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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March 10, 2016 at 12:51 AM
Russell Adams, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA
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July 5, 2015 at 2:41 AM
Russell :) Wonderful poem, I enjoyed dropping by. Love SKAT
Brown Avatar
September 28, 2009 at 4:46 AM
Hello Russell welcome to PoetrySoup. I wish you the best in your writing endeavors. Love, Carol
Freeman Avatar
September 27, 2009 at 8:16 PM
Awesome, poem, and welcome to soup, Sincerely, Moses
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September 27, 2009 at 3:59 PM
Welcome to poetrysoup! keep this up and you'll be a prenium member in no time! keep writing!!-----Ell
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