My last breath

My last breath

 

My soul in this this pen

My last breath in this ink

I could expose my soul, but then

What would people think

 

I could end on a happy note

Just say life was good

I could even gloat

But it would depend on where I stood

 

When my demise is to come

Should I even write a note

I feel I should tell the tale of what I done

The deeds and wrongs I should denote

 

Thoughts I never gave birth to

Thanks that’s long past due

Lies that were never made true

The point that never found my view

 

So many things I could write on that note

before my death

at the end of the road

what would you say in your last breath?

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