You are dying
Condition underlying
Metastatic death
Blackening malignancy
Breathe
Thieving toxicity
Stealing your life
Out of time
Out of breath
Nothing left
I am watching
You're withering with decay
I am waiting
Ringing comes the day
On the plane
Flying
I am trying
To make it back to you
The impending tragedy
Bludgeoning doom
Concussive
Mind spinning
Reeling
Breaking down
Have to find the strength somehow
Hospital doors open
At the closing
People
Crowded in your room
Morphine dripping
Keeping you under
Handshakes
Headnods
Solemn hugs
Kisses
Loves and misses
Filtering out
Left behind
Just you and I
As we discussed
At the end
Sitting bedside
Holding your hand
Talking to you
Unresponsive
Playing our song
Landing in London
3 Doors Down
Heart pounding
Your diminishing breath
Eyes open in the moment
Catching mine
Telling you it's alright
It's okay
Trying hard
To hold back
Tears sobbing
I will see you again
I love you
Last line
Last breath
Your struggle is over
Be painless
Time stops counting
Hourglass empties
For you
RIP
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Author:
KTay (
Online)
- Published: April 10th, 2025 09:24
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Comments4
Another dark write sad and written in short phrases like gasping breath or a beating heart. It heightens the emotion. Well written
Thank you!
A sense of panic in someone who is rushing back to be at someones bedside for their last breaths, the it's written is like the author is gasping for breath, a sad, touching but well expressed write
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You are very welcome
The short lines make the emotion really come through, as if gasping while gripped by fear, grief, the unknown and all of the in betweens. Powerful write, my friend. Love this. 🌹👏
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You are most welcome!
You can feel the urgency. The urgency to be present. The urgency to spend time before it is gone. The urgency to see, touch, and be… the urgency, the urgency of life. Thanks for the breathless dash to be bedside. Makes us consider life and relationships. Well written. Well done.
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