Kiss of death,
it isn’t a fear of life stamped
but a life smoked, barely catching the ember
the fire that’s denied
something to lend purpose to life
the journey ahead dark
unknown days and terrain traversed.
Will no light lead the way?
Will know one else seek the breath,
the one I hold, till life decides to bless,
with it’s hand held out for me to catch
come whatever may.
Who knows what lay beyond this minute.
Life is now. Life is here. This moment I breathe.
Till all moments culminate
in memories flashed near the end.