Connie Pachecho Poet Narrative

Seeing Into the Eyes of Death

Seeing into the eyes of death


A few days ago I saw a commotion
Where bystanders were gathered
Staring at a woman lying on the ground
She was having brain convulsions 

Nobody knew what to do or assisted
The mall may have turned out to be her final resting place
I tried. She was regurgitating liquids in her mouth
Drowning. Her face  shriveled up, arms clasped

She needed to be turned over on her side
I did. Opening up a passageway to breath
She was unconscious from the onset,

When you see into the eyes of death
Her half opened eyes staring back at you
Beckoning for her angels for life
You still want to help even though

I walked away 
Not wanting to know
For two days later I see her young Asian eyes
Beckoning for help
I still do

connie pachecho

1/19/17

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David Pekrul March 13, 2017 at 12:58 PM Wow! That is tough to see, but you did what you could. Thanks for the great write. I can appreciate what you saw, as I work in the funeral industry and look death in the face daily.