O My Last Breath!

O My Last Breath! short poem

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O my last breath!
waiting for you eagerly.
willing to embrace you,
possible as early…

When shall you come,
at a slower pace.
and take me with you,
leaving behind no trace…

O moon! I am jealous of your sight.
with your stars, you walk all the night.
you know no sorrow, no pain
no worries, nothing to gain.

Oh! that long loneliness,
this pain, this agony,
that hollow somewhere within me
when will it come to finality?

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Sourabh Mishra is a freelance writer. Has been writing professionally since 2011. Written several plays, poetry, soliloquys and stories. Blog- www.fopscop.blogspot.in
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Sad poem, unhappy poem, but a good one I thought.

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