Winter ending

Reads: 405  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

The last moment before death

 

 

 

The air burned, the cold ate away at his grip

The sights were off, but a muscle would not be moved

Life was leaving, the tunnel was dark

The man with no fear nor heart 

Was being devoured by his love

As the last thought came to his mind

What a shame the man thought…. What a shame.

He moved just a pinch for the air to release

He jerked and he screamed but not a word would be spilt

His breath was final and his motion was gone

The air you could hear and his grip wore off


Submitted: February 12, 2013

© Copyright 2022 Ryan Fawkes . All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:


Facebook Comments

Other Content by Ryan Fawkes

Short Story / Poetry

Short Story / Other