Sacrifices
As your eyes were closing, mine were opening - to the horrors of the day,
I would have gladly changed places- with you- where you lay.
I wish I'd leaned over and inhaled your last breath
So that it entered my living body and wouldn't be known as death.
In a way you've beaten cancer, because it too has had its time,
But it cost you your life, my Love
And it's also taken mine.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
