Dreams of Death
I watch him sleeping
But know it's not peaceful
His body twitches in anticipation
As his dreams settle in
I am too scared to sleep
He needs me there
I don't want to miss him wake
In case it will be his last
A bead of sweat
Falls down his face
He clenches my hand tightly
Death is winning this time
My breath is short and shallow
I wake up screaming in pain
He is sitting there holding my hand
Watching me, holding back his tears.
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