Carolyn Brunelle


Last Breaths - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

With each dawn,
life escapes him in labored ways
as he’s drawn back to better days;
days of youth and laughter.
Feeling only more of himself
slip away
there is so little left to care.

Layed to waste
in a body that whines
wheezes;
weary down to his socks,
those once cool breezes
of summer
now turned to medical air
and managed care.
Pills, bills, props and oxygen lines
is all that keeps him here
beyond his time;
any willingness of his own.

A cord unraveling;
coming undone, inch by inch.
If he could, he would scream
between labored gasps of breath,
“Let me Go!
Leave me to slumber
where at least
I can be myself
in dreams.”

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Last Breaths by Carolyn Brunelle

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 6, 2008



Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  9. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  10. Television
    Roald Dahl
[Report Error]