The Breath

I began to shiver
My heart began to quiver, in the dead 
Of night I heard a terrible noise.
I pleaded it be in my head, yet I still dread 
That horrible noise!
Of breathing beneath the floor
I swear t’was here before
Like whispers in my ears and screams flooded with tears.

So frightened and with such terror, I scrambled
To tightly gather the precious swaddled cloth
A claw clung to the cloth and ripped it from my arm!
Fleetingly I fought the breath; try to beat it off the cloth
It was too dear, so dear that nothing should harm!
But the breath was too intense and so I scrambled.

Run and run, step by step 
Rapidly rushed down the stairs
To find the other room where my wife had slept
The breath grew stronger and thicker there
So suffocatingly it smothered the air
As finding the room I was sure to have lept,
Into darkness and uncertainty.

Though for behind the door, she layed no more
My lover gone without even a goodbye
T’was then I heard our poor child cry, the breath had taken it
As my it took my lover, both live on no more
So I heaved upon the floor, crying and wailing!
Waiting to be taken by the breath.

Oh to see the breath and what it hides
For inside I saw a wicked fate
Oh such a wicked fate for,
Inside a breath waits death.
 

Absurd_Poems

SA

19 years old

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