I wipe my hazy eyes fighting to hold onto the last few seconds,
Breathing heavily as I hear my pounding heart thump loudly.
I gather my emotions to write, the message I wish to send,
Ignoring my hands turning cold, shivering quite nervously.
I scribble few lines down and yet I feel it is incomplete,
Reminiscing all the past and clinging onto  the present.
Like the last few drops trace through this paper,
I ,the poet now gasps to live her poetry as this Life ends…

Copyright ©2014 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life
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