you held my cold hands
and watched my closed eyes
the rythmitic beeps
mixed with your sobs
it's been so long, mother
but i still love you.
and father, too.
look at you both sharing same feelings
as you kneel at my hospital bed
both with same hopes
for my awakening.
YOU ARE READING
Okay.
PoetrySometimes to know it's okay can be the hardest thing you have to do. But no matter how it may seem, just remember it's true. ____________ Lowercase intentional. I'll let you decide which parts of the story is true and not.
