My breath, My love



My breath falters quickly, my heart tightens
My love, though in rage, I still love you dearly
What a curse was set upon you, to end this bad
To think I am but a ghost, bringing only memories
I am real and alive now, but you do not know this
To see my blood on your hands and think I dead
But when I touch you, you still shed tears of love
I have not died, but sent away only to come back
Now you see, there's no need for the pain you feel
I can bring back the light in your eyes, the laugh
But you still think I am not among the living
That is why you seek my death, only to end your pain
I run, the ground shaking beneath, I run for my life
You trail behind me, thinking this is only an illusion
A knife at hand and a crazed look in your eyes
Has my absence made you insane to the point
My words I speak from my lips, no longer reach you
You do not hear and you will not listen
I am alive, I have come back to be with you
I tire of running and collapse, turning on my back
I see you above me, looking at me with pure hatred
Have you lost the man you once were
Thinking you would strike a tree and I would vanish
You plunge the knife deep into my heart, pushing deep
My scream pierces the forest and now recognition you see
I Am Real and my blood flows quick, I will soon die
You cradle me in your arms and whisper words of sweet
For I know I came too late and here lies the price
I am sorry for the pain I have caused you, the lonliness
I wipe away a tear from your eye with all my strength
Your grip strengthens and anger flares, though at yourself
My breath falters quickly, my heart tightens
My love, though in rage, I still love you dearly...
Font size:
Collection  PDF     
 

Submitted on April 14, 2011

Modified on March 05, 2023

1:43 min read
2

Quick analysis:

Scheme ABcdefghijklmnopqnqhrstubvwxayzAB
Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 1,615
Words 343
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 33

Syrelia

I believe that there is a time for everything and some things can be expressed through poetry I come from a different family and things are different everywhere. I believe poems can be gateways into the mind, what we cannot say but wish to say it anyway so badly and so words change but the meaning will forever stay the same.I write as my hands allow me, word after word. Ink following the shadows of my paper begging me silently to write more.These are my poems. more…

All Syrelia poems | Syrelia Books

0 fans

Discuss the poem My breath, My love with the community...

0 Comments

    Translation

    Find a translation for this poem in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)

    Citation

    Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:

    Style:MLAChicagoAPA

    "My breath, My love" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 25 Apr. 2024. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/79147/my-breath,-my-love>.

    Become a member!

    Join our community of poets and poetry lovers to share your work and offer feedback and encouragement to writers all over the world!

    April 2024

    Poetry Contest

    Join our monthly contest for an opportunity to win cash prizes and attain global acclaim for your talent.
    5
    days
    23
    hours
    40
    minutes

    Special Program

    Earn Rewards!

    Unlock exciting rewards such as a free mug and free contest pass by commenting on fellow members' poems today!

    Browse Poetry.com

    Quiz

    Are you a poetry master?

    »
    What are the first eight lines of a sonnet called?
    A octopus
    B octane
    C octave
    D octet