This poem is about someone who has to watch their loved one die.
You lie in bed, pale and weak
Your eyes are dull, your voice is meek
I sit beside you, holding your hand
Wishing I could do more than just stand
You fight a sickness that has no cure
You endure the pain that I can't endure
You smile at me, trying to be brave
But I know you're slipping away, wave by wave
I love you more than words can say
I don't want to lose you, not today
But I can't stop the sickness from taking its toll
I can't heal your body or save your soul
You whisper my name, one last time
You squeeze my hand, one last sign
You close your eyes, one last breath
You leave me alone, in the dark of death.
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Poetry about Life
PoetryI love poetry because it speaks to me In ways that prose cannot It captures the essence of my feelings And paints them with words that are not I love poetry because it challenges me To express myself in new forms It teaches me the beauty of language...
