For What Its Worth - poems

Pain

3-12-15

I never knew pain
until you called out my name
you were laying on your death bed
and I can't get that memory out of my head
you held my hand
and told me about another land
that you were on your way to
but what bad did you do?
to die so young
so many words from your throat unsung
too many days not had
so many days being eaten alive and sad
this disease has knocked you down
and you fought and fought but now can't make a sound
you hold my hand and tell me its going to be okay
I'll move on someday
because I should know
you'd always love me so
the monitor by your hospital bed beeped and beeped as you faded away
and you left me alone to stay
the nurses came rushing into the room
and I was shoved in the hall in my own gloom
and days later I am sitting at your grave
oh the young the lord didn't decide to save!

(NOTE: I have not experienced death of anyone I know closely so I am sorry if this poem is not an accurate representation of death. The poem came to me and I just decided to let it flow.)