The last breath of a word

Of a loving castaway:

-Land in sight

The last breath of a word

On a dark lover’s way:

- I see light

Blood on your hands

You murdered a poet

On the very first day

He started writing

Right on its head

You shot the bird

On the very first day

He started flying

You killed the wound

Right away

Without even trying

To let it heal

You shot the dream of a man

You broke the deal

And you broke it all when

It was all becoming real