my loved one lies in
front of me- but i do not see him-
in his place - death sits frail and old
writhing and pale-
this almost unrecognizable clump
moans for help but
Death laughs in his face-
he reaches towards the ceiling
as if reaching for a better place--
but Death lingers- watching waiting-
hoping to see me break-


Blogger rextheking said...

he was reaching for a better place one that is not here also to get a breath of cool air he loves you and your brother

5:37 PM  

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