A Fragile Collapse- A poem about weakening, a portrayal of a wound that grows
Title: Pulse
I sat along your bedside; I felt your feigning pulse
I heard them read predictions
Hoping they were false
I watched you slowly absolve; with such frailty
I wished to offer answers; but could only offer me
I held your hand with mine
The warmth between the two
Watching the day whisk away
Behind different shades of blue
I captured your eyes to insure care
To let you know that I was there
Cause it's the essence of a moment that can change the pace
And I wouldn't want to be alone
The shadows of the other side
Tickled the blankets, and prophesied
Cause the end of the road; the uncaptured fate
The moment in brush; just laying in wait
The card that would play no matter the plan
Cause some things are just meant to be
Strength isn't how hard you fight; it's embracing what kept the day through the nights
So as you breathe remember me
Cause I'll walk with you up to that gate
Stare our maker in the eye; until your final embrace
And then the peace; the quiet that surpasses the land
As the pulse slowly fades from your hand.