Dying

Feeling so helpless, in what my swollen eyes are watching, a special person, to me, slowly wasting away, a friend that was so vibrant, just dying, an alive body, now just sore and full of aches, inside decay making it all melt away. Murmurs and whispers, are all that comes out of her mouth now, numbed pain taking away, a once strong voice, standing still Watching, speechless, there are no hands of healing comfort, that can be given, no broken promises of better days. Withered face, staring, stuck in her own thoughts, knowing, sometime soon or far, when sleep comes, there will be no tomorrow. July 7, 2011 © Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2011