“Her Moving On”

I sit listlessly by.

I listen closely for a sign of life.

Cancer has locked its deadly talons in you.

Swaddled in death’s grip.

It seeps through your pores.

I feel its weight crushing you.

All of the pain with nothing but a hefty morphine dose to gain.

I squeeze your hand and plead with you to kick death in its teeth and wake up.

My pleas and prayers are to avail.

The tears won’t cease.

I have betrayed my emotions all day.

Now a river runs through me, astray.

I cannot bear the thought of her moving unto another plane.

I cannot bear to lose her.

My baby sister.

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