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July 08, 2007

Dreams of Death

I watch him sleeping
But know it's not peaceful
His body twitches in anticipation
As his dreams settle in

I am too scared to sleep
He needs me there
I don't want to miss him wake
In case it will be his last

A bead of sweat
Falls down his face
He clenches my hand tightly
Death is winning this time

My breath is short and shallow
I wake up screaming in pain
He is sitting there holding my hand
Watching me, holding back his tears.

July 08, 2007 in My Poems |

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Comments

Dack

So nice!. Wonderful poem...

Posted by: Dack | July 12, 2007 at 17:03

Juice Mag

Agreed, a nice poem indeed :)

Posted by: Juice Mag | June 02, 2008 at 08:23

bushy

Are you still writing?

Posted by: bushy | May 14, 2009 at 09:53

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