Monday, January 01, 2018

New Poem: The Dying Breaths of Last Year


The Dying Breaths of Last Year
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
 The dying breaths of last year 
gasp and hold as tight as it can, 
but its grip is melting ice 
slipping away into nothing 
for soon it will become a faint dream 
or a distant nightmare, 
and the new year will burn 
through all that harshness 
those dying breaths have left 
upon our skin.
But it may take time 
to soothe our wounds
and kill the nightmares 
that broke us,
ragged breaths of last year 
with a vengeance not to die, 
but die it must. 
Fade into the white, 
blank pages of another chapter 
of a new year. 

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