The Final Step

Get up and clear your heart

of a forgotten whisper.

Ask God for a moment of inattention.

Your self-preservation Instinct

is full of lemon pride,

your pain has become a story

for the innocent.

It is difficult to find a familiar gaze

in the midst of a crowd

of shattered consciences.

A silent breeze, stolen from

your naked hands,

demands a mouth with no last breath.

We are born obediently,

we die of spite in

unnecessary childhood.

Your God tells you how to take

the final step.

You must love life to leave.

Reviews

[KAREN]

This is a nicely well written penned poem!