Is this goodbye

There I sat at the side of your bed,  
From a busy mind to a blank head.  
I wasn’t aware of your hospital admission,  
For ten days you were quiet for a reason.  
You stayed in touch with the blood lines of evil,  
But didn’t spare a thought for the caring people.  
You died, the way you lived your life,  
With no one around you just bitter and spite.  
Last words become a sacred memory,  
Yours felt like you just resented me.  
Typical you, nothing nice to be said,  
My mind all blank at the side of your bed.  
Watching you, struggle to breathe,  
I’ve seen this before when I was pre teen.  
The oxygen machines feeding your breath,  
Why am I here to witness your death.  
But hours on, prolonging the fate,  
My head is all blank, my mums in a state.  
This wasn’t how I thought you would go,  
All I can do is follow the flow.  
I couldn’t watch as you took your last breath,  
Nothing I could do, I was useless.  
But now your gone, a lifeless vessel,  
You’re off to a place to learn your lessons.  
May peace be with you mother dear,  
I crave you no more, my mind is clear.  
 
Jaisa Oak