A Touch of Healing Breath
Looking down into the abyss,
The end of time, the final breath,
Too easy to just let go,
To fall into the wonder of nothing,
Too hard to let thoughts die,
Going nowhere but looking down.
Old-fashioned dreams spiral down,
Into the pools of an empty abyss,
Remnants of lust, longing to die,
Replaced by frustrated gasps of breath,
Awakening to emptiness – nothing,
And nowhere to go.
The urge to fade and go,
Before the heart lies battered down,
By the relentless sense of nothing,
That ceaseless abyss,
Left behind on dying breath,
To wait for the day to die.
Bended knees begging to die,
While pondering when to go,
And damned to draw another breath,
While life is churned upside down,
In the twisting of a sensual abyss,
Longing to feel – nothing.
Yet in the midst of all this nothing,
The heart will never choose to die,
For destiny is unknown abyss,
A path of life that one must go,
The weary feet will trip down,
To moments of joy that heal each painful breath.
The gentle touch of healing breath,
Reassurance found in nothing,
When all the world has cast it down,
There is nothing but do or die,
There is but one way to go,
A step away from that abyss.
This life, an unknown abyss before the time to die,
Not knowing which way to go and often finding nothing,
Bids the heart to lie silently down and take a healing breath.