Is this your last breath? Are you
going to die?
There have been moments I wish you
did, I am scared to look in your
You lie on this bed sick and broken,
but I still feel I will be crushed
Mother is in tears, I don't know
why. She pretends to hate me because
You filled the room with smoke, abuses
and terror. Your silence is haunting,
and is suffocating my fear.
Was that your last breath? Are you
Am I supposed to be sad and cry?
I feel emotionless and confused
as I try.
Mother is in tears, I don't know why.
She pretends to have loved you, but
she is glad you will not utter another
You filled our lives with shame,
wounds and pain. Your memories are
haunting, and are suffocating my
I can still feel your breath. In my
thoughts and heart you still live, and
you will never die.
by Pradeep Soni
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