Bittersweet DeathA Poem by Anne LyonsHospitalDeath. It's silent. Breath shortening and suddenly life comes to a slow stop. Each pulse becoming more faint, until death dives in and steals the last breath, bringing with it silence. A silence that makes reality set in. Time simply stands still. Death has that effect. Once the time of death is read, time moves forward. A life is lost, but the suffering has passed. Death is bittersweet in that way. © 2015 Anne Lyons |
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