Charles

You don't know the pain,

of walking down sterile, pale hallways,

monotone beeps ringing in your brain,

Knowing that he lies there,

Lifeless,

Cold,

With a machine keeping the drumming beat in your chest,

I held your hand,

And for the first time in my life prayed,

Prayed for the blueness to return to your eyes,

Prayed for your hand to squeeze back,

Prayed for your soul to return,

Prayed for one more moment.

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I love it!!! The words cut right through you.

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