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death isn’t only for the dying
She lies on a stage
while they sit and watch
waiting for her to die
Frozen wine cubes
in a morphine dream
she’s not ready to let go
but they’re counting down
the days in minutes and hours
until she can no longer hold on
to breath
Their own fates tenuously unbalanced
thrown into sharp relief
against the walls of their lives
by the lack of her heartbeat
that extends pain only to those
who will miss her in life
Where laughter will fade to memories
the contours of her face blur with time
until only a photograph can capture
the truth of her spirit as it was
before cancer took her life
She lies on a stage
while they sit and watch
waiting for her to die
© Indie Adams 2016
while they sit and watch
waiting for her to die
Frozen wine cubes
in a morphine dream
she’s not ready to let go
but they’re counting down
the days in minutes and hours
until she can no longer hold on
to breath
Their own fates tenuously unbalanced
thrown into sharp relief
against the walls of their lives
by the lack of her heartbeat
that extends pain only to those
who will miss her in life
Where laughter will fade to memories
the contours of her face blur with time
until only a photograph can capture
the truth of her spirit as it was
before cancer took her life
She lies on a stage
while they sit and watch
waiting for her to die
© Indie Adams 2016
Published 10th Feb 2016
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10th Feb 2016 5:16am
mourners on deathwatch,
hoping that she leaves softly.
feel the weeping within the poem...
hoping that she leaves softly.
feel the weeping within the poem...
12th Feb 2016 9:25am
Anonymous
10th Feb 2016 8:40am
a story familiar to so many these days.
as always, you insert powerful emotion with intelligent writing.
a pleasure to read your work.
as always, you insert powerful emotion with intelligent writing.
a pleasure to read your work.
12th Feb 2016 9:26am
Thank you, as always for your lovely feedback Miki. Sadly it is too familiar a story for too many people.
10th Feb 2016 6:19pm
reminds me of my sister, whom I lose by cancer! a slow and painful death by the collapse of her lungs!!
12th Feb 2016 9:26am
10th Feb 2016 10:45pm
The world is but a stage, said Shakespeare...I really love this poignant poem Indie.
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
12th Feb 2016 9:27am
I think there is a stage for everything, though perhaps not everything should have a stage. Thank you for your lovely feedback Harry :)
11th Feb 2016 1:54pm
I like this. You've tackled the difficult subject of how people behave around death, and calling the deathbed a stage says so very much.
12th Feb 2016 9:30am
11th Feb 2016 5:41pm
A pleasure to read Indie, I'm sure not a pleasure to endure the end by cancer. But the end will come to all of us in some way at some time in any case. Sometimes alone instead of with that audience. Excellent writing here, so glad I added you to the poets I follow.
John
John
12th Feb 2016 9:33am
Thank you so much John, for you lovely feedback. I'm glad you felt the piece. :)
13th Feb 2016 7:15am
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