He was dyingA Poem by julz
His grip kept loosening till it was me holding him.
His temperature dropped too. Colder than the wind I looked into his eyes and realized they were far away
He was dying and no matter what I did I couldn't make him stay A million things rushed through my mind but yet I was blank My tears fell on his chest that was reducing the times it rose and sunk He got heavier, much much heavier but still I held him tight He was dying and this was by far my most painful sight © 2013 julz |
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