Aug 2016
Ragged breathing turns into rhythm
A slice of the flickering light
A tender soul in a weak body in spasm
A convulsing loved one fighting with all his might
Yet you stand there in the corner
****** faced and cold, unwavering
Your face a blank canvas for the painter
A silhouette of sorrow never lingering
You look hollowly into empty eyes
The same emptiness reflecting the vanished life
The same emptiness holding in your cries
The same emptiness keeping you wrapped like a vine
Yet you stand there in the corner
With the repetition doing it all over
Loved ones passing by one by one
Until you of all people have no one
Yet here you are, standing by the bed side
An insistent tear in your cheek glides down
Dropping into the forehead of the one who died
Sobs at bay so you won't feel down
Yet here you are, agonizing in pain and misery
Facing Life's one final mystery
A moment where you face the greatest fear of everybody
By the bed side of a dying one you'll see
A slice of the flickering light
A tender soul in a weak body in spasm
A convulsing loved one fighting with all his might
Yet you stand there in the corner
****** faced and cold, unwavering
Your face a blank canvas for the painter
A silhouette of sorrow never lingering
You look hollowly into empty eyes
The same emptiness reflecting the vanished life
The same emptiness holding in your cries
The same emptiness keeping you wrapped like a vine
Yet you stand there in the corner
With the repetition doing it all over
Loved ones passing by one by one
Until you of all people have no one
Yet here you are, standing by the bed side
An insistent tear in your cheek glides down
Dropping into the forehead of the one who died
Sobs at bay so you won't feel down
Yet here you are, agonizing in pain and misery
Facing Life's one final mystery
A moment where you face the greatest fear of everybody
By the bed side of a dying one you'll see
Goodbye Grandpa, I always try to stay stone faced when facing the bed side of a dying loved one. I just cry alone when I have the chance because the pain inside is incomparable to everyone, we all have different pains and sorrows. The Grief that watching a loved one take his/her last breathe is quite a big one to deal with (when the ones you know constantly die within a period of months) for a long time. This last June had been filled with sorrow, and so was this week. I just hope, that maybe someday, just someday, people would be happy wherever they go into the afterlife. Goodbye sweet thing, your memories will be with us for our lifetime.
