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A Fragile Collapse- A poem about weakening, a portrayal of a wound that grows

Updated on April 8, 2013

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.




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