The Last Breath
The sound was deafening
The ringing menacing
The light was blinding
But also spellbinding
The smell was horrible
Not at all ignorable
The taste was amiss
Making my tongue hiss
The bomb breathed its last
Leaving nothing but glass
The war was then finished
Half the country diminished
But those who were left
Felt more than blessed
Death had finished his curse
Knowing he couldn’t do worse
Copyright © Garty Bowersox | Year Posted 2024
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