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by Kristy Feb 13, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
The room was dark, The room was drear, And all I could feel Was a rush of fear. The shades were down, And it was hard to see, But I could hear her heart beat, And it comforted me. Her eyes were closed, Fast asleep was she. Her breathing was steady, But soon she'd pay a fee. The air in the room went stale, And that's when I finally knew. Things had been held overtime To see if her strength had grew. But she was old, She'd served her time, And I knew at that exact moment That this would be her last of mine. Her breathing slowly subsided, And the pulse came to a slow. I knew within minutes, She would quietly go. I thought of all her triumph. I thought of all her pain. Then I realized I couldn't let go. Because of me she left in vain. The look upon her face was pleasant. It was how you'd want to die. But looking upon her gladdened face, I couldn't help but know God was passing A moment later the heart beats stopped, And I was all alone, In that place where my mouth went dry, And death had set it's tone.