Pale as a starched sheet
Eyes wild and sweat running down his cheeks
Glittering and gleaming like water
Black beetling eyebrows
The room was like cold silence on an arctic night
The words of the nurse, only a breathless monotony
An old coffee cup with dried dregs inside sits on the table
He leaned over life with his hand on the pulse
Waiting for the end of the misery and bliss
Waiting, dying, hoping.
1 comment:
this is very sad. it is like a nursing home moment or hospital scene that we have all witnessed. Your pacing and imagery are right on target. - elmeer
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