Last Fable - Poem by Neo Livefree
Between a sigh and a deep breath
I watch a tick of time pass by,
Like whispers of a fable from my birth
A story retold till my last breath.
Of age and agony crawling my veins,
Wasted dreams dancing by my eyes,
In sick days and in my rusty heart
A flickering flame of life is held tight.
I wonder what for and what more
Is this one last fight worth before,
Wind and water, land and sky
In one final gesture fall apart.
In the hide of a passing breeze
My brethren, I let my life slip away,
In one passing tick of time
My story fades away.
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