Art Culture and Poetry

My Last Breath

I travel deep within myself, not sure of what I’ll find,
Walking through the tortured maze in the depth of my mind.
There’s bits and pieces everywhere, nothing here makes sense,
Strangled by my own emotion, I have no defence.
The haunted trees look over me, shivering in the breeze,
They hold my painful memories and display them as their leaves.
I feel so trapped within myself, there’s nowhere I can hide,
No way of getting out of here, I’ve locked myself inside.
I’ve become a prisoner of my mind, I have no control,
As my mind gets stronger, it drives away my soul.
I have nothing left to hold onto, my hope has slipped away,
Abandoned me in this spiral of darkness, leaving me astray.
There’s nothing I can do now, I’ve tried with all my might,
My mind has taken over, I am too weak to fight.
There isn’t much of me now, a shell is all that’s left,
I give myself to my victorious mind as I hold onto my last breath.

 Friday, November 7, 2008