Submissions by Pollyspoetry1989

You lie there empty in your bed,
white linen pillows under your head
Machines keep you here
it seems your time is near,
but I refuse to hear,
that all that's left is a shell,
trapped in a coma of hell
I sit by your side,
still from the truth I hide.
The single tear I wipe, the only sign,
you have not yet crossed over the line,
I beg you for more time,
Beg you to stay on this plain
for me please learn to cope with the pain,
but my pleas are in vain
he's already boarded the train,
his ticket is for two
his last...