final breath

You lay in your bed of stone
and you look long out the nearby window
at a tree in desperation

The sun is high and bright
but deep down inside there's a fear
hiding away from the light

Thinking about the days you had marked
and what you could do
can't uncross the calendar

But you're cold, old, alone, tired,
living but not for long
in denial

Your eyesight is fading and the
sunlight from the window
can't reach your mind

Your chest feels like a mine shaft
about to cave in
where the miners are trapped inside

Your heartbeat is slowing
its will an empty bottle of wine
but your pain won't sober

About to take your final breath
you realise you're out of time
kiss it all goodbye


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Ah, I've been listening to "Time" too much

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Hey bartender over here
Two more shots
And two more beers
Sir turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground