This one’s my last breath,
but not the end of my story.
Breathe they say,
with a rush of pain
my breath breaks the surface.
I can see the light ahead
of the darkness that
tries to steal my life.
Like fireworks I burst
breaking the halo that
in gulfs my existence,
but my ghost lives on after
the surcharge of this
beautiful pain we inhaled
like it’s our last,
breathe they say.
Break the halo
bursting into life,
like a firework lighting up
the night, this life will never
extinguish my flame
for I will always burn bright.
© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC
This one’s my last breath,
but not the end of my story.
Breathe they say,
with a rush of pain
my breath breaks the surface.
I can see the light ahead
of the darkness that
tries to steal my life.
Like fireworks I burst
breaking the halo that
in gulfs my existence,
but my ghost lives on after
the surcharge of this
beautiful pain we inhaled
like it’s our last,
breathe they say.
Break the halo
bursting into life,
like a firework lighting up
the night, this life will never
extinguish my flame
for I will always burn bright.
© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
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