The Last Breath

I feel like a rope
Tethered through my neck ,
Tightening and loosing the grip ,
Time and again .

Strangling till I take my last breath
Realizing it to calm ,
Just before I meet ,
The almighty death .

Time and again
When the grip is tighten
The demanding pain
The never-ending misery .
I fight
And sometimes
I just quit .

Time and again ,
When the grip is loosened
I try and redeemer
My pain
My misery .
My mistakes
My fragility.


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