Breathe

Agony, but this gives me strenth, in a way.

One more heartbeat,

One more breath of air

and another night mare.

 

A fire-breathing dragon,

trapping, burning innocents,

Death is the core of its escence.

 

Imagination can't seem to conquer

this death beast.

Can't I breathe at least?

 

Fire all around,

eating me, my air.

Doesn't anyone care?

 

My life is leaving,

I am no longer breathing.

What is my last thought?

Author's Note

What would your last thought be, if you were being burned alive, and couldn't escape, and eventually know you were going to die? I wonder what Frank's last thought was. :'(
Thank you for reading. Tell me what you think.

Reviews

[Sugar Plum ♥]

I loved this poem...It`s absoltely close to me, the expressions are so vivid and the feeling strong! The fire and air form a picture of sensations and emotions...

[Warren L.G De Mills]

My lost thought would be of heaven, the hope knowing that I am saved. I enjoyed reading the piece but i believe you have some room for improvement though. "Night mare" should be one word (3)

[Coyote Poetry]

I went to the concentration camps in Europe. I met a survivor of the death camp and listen to his story. The death of the people using the mix of chemical was a horrible death. I believe all you could do is pray for death quickly and the last thoughts would be painful and terrible. A powerful poem. It is amazing what man does to his brothers and sisters. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Sarah]

Realy good work. I like the middle two paragraphs the best. Amazing work.
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