Listen To My Breath

Listen; to my breath Hear it as it stutters Observe it, as it shutters Then listen, for my death. Once, it eagerly breathed out life It blew smoke circles in the air It blew through a lovers hair But, now there is a pain and strife. It was used once to blow a whistle And make bubbles in a glass of milk Then inside water and it's ilk And it was used in the sound of my dismissal. I used it to blow out my birthday candles And to relieve the pain from a needles scratch And also to blow out a match And it whispered, into the ears of vandals. Listen, now listen closely to my breath Listen........ For now it is gone It left me with my final yawn Then in the air was a gasp, with meth. Randy L. McClave