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.

Comments

[Dack]

So nice!. Wonderful poem...

[Juice Mag]

Agreed, a nice poem indeed :)

[bushy]

Are you still writing?

[kiralık devremülkler]

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[phoenix gun store]

A lovely piece of poem. The words are so strong.