In the Presence of Death
When you see the gasps
And the struggles for air
Each breath a sacrifice
For the paradise that awaits
Soon it will be over
But peace stays away
Death isn't easy when it comes
And life before is unbearable
The last inhale and
Exhale so taxing
6:35am and his morning has ended
My mourning has just begun
As I sit there by the bed
Holding his hand now yellow
Gasping to find my own air
Stolen from me by Death
Its presence now filling the room
As I shrink into nothingness
Struggling to stay alive
While Death holds me in a tight embrace
Copyright © Sasha Spichke | Year Posted 2018
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