The Last Breath created by Lyadra

Be gentle, sky, and let me rest
These bones are worn - they lack the zest
Of flesh in life - they're marrowless!
Their arid surface, nakedness!
Betrayed in death; no sheen of red
From coursing blood; and blue was shed
Upon the fading out of eyes
That cased the world and gave disguise
To what my deepest thoughts had been
But now I'm done with all I've seen.

Mark R Slaughter