I often contemplated, in the dark of night
as tears stained my cheeks
and my thoughts were marked by death
What would I actually do when it came time
to draw my last breath?

Would I draw it down, deep inside of me
to gather a force to unlock a hidden door
that had been closed for all time
To finally open it wide to scream
Vengeance will be mine!

Would I use it to make those around me
if they were still standing by my side
understand I wanted so much more
than this pain of my heart, to whisper
one word….
Sore

Would I use it to save myself?
Could I utter the words that
I needed to say?
Would there be enough breath left
to show how much I wanted to stay?

When the time of contemplating
my navel was over
and breathing had become
just another chore
I found that I used
my last breath
to desperately try
to take
*just one more