My final breath, a sigh by Gee

I had neither time nor patience,
and this, I so relayed,
annoyance being the tone I used,
but still the stranger stayed.

I bid him sit, if stay he must,
offering him a chair,
this he declined, without a word,
but with a steely glare.

That chilled my bones to marrows core,
withering my very soul,

a shadow crossing o’er my heart,
a shadow black as coal.

It was then I knew my time was his,
he’d called to still the hands,
to lead me from this mortal coil,
and to the promised lands.

So, silently I left with him,
my final breath a sigh,
of sadness that my life was done,
and this was my time to die.

Amanda Graham

Amanda Graham

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Amanda holds an M.A. in History. She loves well-written poetry and romance novels. Amanda has 2 cats and a 3-year-old son.
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