The Last Sound
What will be the last sound
whispered to your ear
When it is you feel your
soul parting from here
Could be a lovers sigh
while lying in their bed
Or the coyotes call
echoing instead
A tear drop drifting down
a cheek in sadness
The sound that a bullet makes
when it strikes your flesh
The waves of the ocean
pulling you under
Startling honk of a horn
as into traffic you blunder
The final words of prayer
with Last Rites given
Hopefully not the words
you will never be forgiven
Featured Poem on Poetry Soup, June 6, 2010
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010
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