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Last Breath (a repost and reflection)
by Clara Mae GregoryHolding her last breath,
adrenalized antiquity
tasted tearfully bitter
as it bloated inside
her burgeoned belly.
Serpentine smoke
of stale spirits
spiraled around her body
waiting for the death bite,
the consumated words resisted
as the unspoken ones awoke.
while dark clouds attempted
to grip her light tight
staring down the demonic faces
she saw the evil that once existed,
fade until nothing of it was left.
with faith she still clung to her prayers,
as her light let go of her last breath .
06/16/2009
Author's Note: A revision. and I know, it still needs major editing, punctuation, etc....feeling a bit weary for now 06/16/2009 Author's Note: I have been reviewing some of my own work recently and came to the conclusion that most is based in my real experiences or fantasies. Much of my poetry came from dreams or visions I had that came from out of the blue like this one. This poem was written 2 and half years before my mother died. This poetic prophetic vision turned out to be quite accurate. I miss my mother especially.And I still shed tears of sorrow of loss.
Posted on 12/11/2014
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/14/14 at 06:48 PM There is a marvelous transition going on here, a letting go. I like the use of the "light", the strong visual of the bloating and the belly, yet still strong enough to stare down those demons. Quite a person you are describing here. |
| Posted by Britt Zimmerman on 01/14/15 at 06:44 PM Such beautifully painful images... beautiful poem all around! :) |
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