Last Breath


Cheryl Mitchell

Death is a rival which pounces on the psyche
When downtrodden and listless, and mind is vacuous.
Poured into, trampled, fodder for fading electrons,
As inadequate sensors receive mixed transmissions.

Drizzled moments, stoic lines slow the circuit pattern Waiting for life defenses to infinitely
stand down. Dripping, deceptive anguish advances overlooked Beyond sparks and
sputterings of diffused confusion.

Paused now for time is your private, solitary breath,
Followed pointed intakes as it accepted solace.
Future no longer holds meaning or feelings of pain,
Your pain is replaced by lasting tranquillity, mine begins.

ęCheryl Mitchell 4/21/97



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