Death Lurking Near
Tap tap tap upon the door
Who could it be at this hour?
Sleep is imminent
but at what cost?
Watching the clock knowing not the hour
Stillness of combined breaths
yet from the living
trying to breathe for him when it's not possible
His breaths becoming
Ragged
Weak
Raspy
Failing
Like it would do any good we are
Stirring
Staring
Pacing
Praying
Praying...for what we are not sure
For the end?
End to the pain
for his suffering
or ours?
Movement evolves from a frail body,
Is it a restoration of strength
Or just death moving in closer?
Tap Tap Tap upon the door
Who could it be at this hour
Sleep is imminent
But at what cost?
Melinda Kay Smith
3/16/09
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