The Last Breath

Themes: Death, Misfortune
Length: 1 Minute
Gender: Male

Dim lighting, with a single spotlight focused on the speaker. He stands center stage, looking tired and worn, with a distant gaze.

I’ve spent a lifetime running, but in the end, there’s nowhere to hide. The shadow of misfortune has loomed over me, relentless, unyielding. I used to believe that strength and willpower could conquer anything, but fate, it seems, has a darker sense of humor.

Death has been my constant companion, whispering in the quiet moments, lurking in the corners of my mind. I’ve seen friends fall, family wither away, and each time, I’ve felt a piece of myself crumble. It’s like an endless winter, cold and merciless, with no promise of spring.

Now, as I stand on the edge, I realize that running is futile. The race was never mine to win. The clock is ticking, and I can feel the weight of every second, every breath. I fought so hard to escape this fate, but here I am, face to face with the inevitable.

Maybe there’s a twisted kind of peace in surrender. In accepting that some battles are lost before they’re even fought. I’ve spent so long fearing this moment, but now, as it approaches, I feel an odd sense of relief. No more running. No more hiding. Just… acceptance.

So, here’s to the life that was, and the end that’s come. To the moments of joy amidst the sorrow, and to the final breath, a quiet release from the suffering. Goodbye, cruel world. May the next one be kinder.