Back rubs are given, pills have been handed out,
Patients settled, some won’t sleep, I have no doubt,
Fear paralyzing their being when darkness falls,
If they close their eyes, will night terrors sprout.
Night lights shed a little peace over their bed,
The medication eases the pain or so they’ve said,
Someone to sit by their side would ease the fear,
They worry, wanting to awake, not ending up dead.
For they know that death will come, it’s not far off,
They work to breathe, chest heavy, the rattled cough,
Sunlight drifts in the window, another day, more life,
Eyes slowly open, blackness gone, at death they scoff.
Written September 23, 2012
For Craig Cornish’s contest