Emile Dubois

And yet there was nothing I could do.

Through these sunlit days and in the absence of grey clouds
I sat reminding, reminiscing and remembering better days
Whilst thinking ahead of what was to come, the curtain had began to descend
Shadows eclipsed my soul, my heart was bursting, yet all I could do was sit, I listened, I cared and did all I could, but nothing was enough..

In my mind I felt that there was something I was missing, your eyes had lost there joy in life, your mind was being eroded by time, an unseen enemy ravaged your body pushing bone onto nerves.

Oh! The pain we mortals endure, the crushing weight of that transcended you and filled the air with a melancholic hue.
I sat and listened, and yet there was nothing I could do, reminding, reminiscing and remembering, your whole being now being taken from me in the way cruel nature manifests to deny life to the living and bring death ever nearer, reverberating and echoing all around.
I sat with you through it all, those cries, those moans, those gasps - life\'s last death throes!
and yet there was nothing I could do.