He watched her close her eyes,
and he held tightly to her frail hand.
One tear streaked down her cheek,
like wax sliding down a candle.
He felt her heart still beat,
under his palm.
Slept to the rhythm,
but woken when the pounding stopped,
the chest stopped moving,
and the lungs stopped breathing.
He closed his eyes tightly,
and let her hand go.
A tear feel from his eye,
dropped to her cheek.
He dropped to his knees,
and prayed to God.
Please Lord, give her peace.
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Sweet Nothings- A Collection Of Poems
Poetry"What are you doing?" She looked at me and said quietly, "counting to forty." I looked at her and she looked at me before continuing, "Every forty seconds someone commits suicide, I count to show I'm strong." That night I stared at the clock in the...
