Death

As nausea lurks in my throat
Tears hurt my eyes
And my limbs seem to go boneless

Leaning against the wall
For some sort of support
I watch the blood dip from my nose

Sands of time is running
Through my fingers
Death the patient angel sighs from afar

His pitting eyes stare
At my pathetic attempts
To cling to a body that crossed its expiry date

As the blood puddles on my hand
I hear voices of concern
From behind my locked bathroom door

Quietly I open the tap
And wash all the traces of blood;
And that of my impending death

With a smiling face I open the door
And cuddle the tiny boy whose tiny hands
Add strength to my own

I battle my death for him and only him
Let those hands be stronger
And I would let loose my grip on time

It is for you my son that I live
But for you my soul would have long embraced
The eternal bliss that awaits us all

With promises of sweet dreams
I take you back to bed
In the dead of the night

Sing you a soft lullaby
Caress your hair
Till your eyes close shut

I close my eyes too
With a tired whisper
Of my love for you