The Thief

Slow is smooth and smooth is fast The beeping monitor verifying life Somebody's mother, somebody's daughter Somebody's wife Slow is smooth and smooth is fast Patient's family losing patience with anger seemingly the only present stage of grief Compartmentalizing emotion to stave off the icy cold hand of the thief Slow is smooth and smooth is fast Sound of the sirens warped by the speed is nothing compared to the deafening silence between each beep The anxiety Interrupted only by the fleeting relief of hearing the next life confirming beat. Slow is smooth and smooth is fast Pushing meds faster than big pharma but losing ground to the inevitable grip of death My stomach sinks like an anchor into the depths as watch her take her very last breath Slow is smooth and smooth is fast Sometimes not fast enough