Last Breath
As dark storms roar, on numb biting floor his fears soar,
masked monsters crawl in painful sprawl of chilling squall
in his abode, winter showed then memories flowed.
Familiar gloom creeps in the room; a hazy fume,
war mistakes, a secret shakes while his courage breaks
a struggling moth, blood red froth staining his white cloth.
An ember glow, his hopes flow striding across snow
lighting a fire, dreams desire to reach higher,
a soothing touch his fingers clutch reviving much
anxieties cease, cells release his soul in peace.
August 6, 2020
Keen Observation I Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Funom Makama
Copyright © Aditi Mishra | Year Posted 2020
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