jagged breathing, halting breath
count the moments until death
no more tubes to feed the life
living ends, no more strife
heaving, wheezing, in the chest,
no more days, death's behest
lungs give way, no longer function
priest performs extreme unction
clock ticks out the minute's time
reach toward next world, sublime
now, released, see spirit soar
soul is gone, to live no more
the living stay, to count each day
until our bodies all give way

© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long

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