Breathless in the Sand

I saw something there, I wished I’d never seen
As I looked over the edge, my body lay in that ravine.
Enclosed by many carcasses, each one reeking death
Just another corpse, lay I, lacking simple breath.
Lifeless there I was, down upon the ground,
No twitches ever made nor movements to make sound.
Trapped I was by sin, by selfishness and fear,
But through my silent thoughts, breathing I could hear.
There was no hope in life only hope to rot away,
But someone picked me up, sparing my decay.
He touched me with his hand and gave me breath again
Giving up his life, becoming breathless in the sand.
I cannot comprehend why this breath to me he’d give
If all along he knew, no longer he would live
Grateful for this act I looked, there he laid no more
For he took the place of another corpse upon the valley’s floor.

© Jeremiah Dowling

*This is one of the first poems I ever wrote, and I felt like today was a good day to share it. Feel free to let me know your thoughts*


About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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