End stages.


To Spare You



Even your sweat freezes,
When you catch the chill
Of death.

The only thing
I can do,
Is protect you.

Keep you warm,
Keep you loved,
Make your pain
Go away.
Make you smile again,
Make you
Happy in the now.

Make you
Feel
We are all
With you.
Make you feel
Our will
Is stronger
Than the pull
Of empty death.
As you lie there,
And ebb away,
We'll pull you back
To us,
Every day.
In any way,
I can.

Rooting for you.
Begging for you,
Willing you strength.
Praying,
To the God of
Life and death,
To spare you,
My brother.

Even my sweat freezes,
When I catch the chill
Of your death.



Poetry by Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-08-06 at 22:42

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Troll
this sent a cold chill up my spine... it's hard to watch someone you care about hurting, dying. it's a hard prayer to pray, a desperate soul's cry of: "spare them" that wrenches itself from a weary heart... it's a little too real...

this is beautiful...

~troll
2006-08-06