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Comforting in the time of dire need.


Submitted:Nov 1, 2012    Reads: 26    Comments: 9    Likes: 5   


Comfort

He looked in on her and he knew she was soon to die

She was void of strength and resolve, listless and defeated

She was baked dry and drained of color, bleached white

Her chest heaved and rattled the moaning song of death

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He retreated, closing the door, shielding his eyes from her

His heart exploding in pain, his brain crying for escape

Her awareness held the door from being shut tight

He succumbed and went to her bed reluctantly

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She reached, and he took her hand, it was cold and flaccid

She confessed nihilism and apprehension

He already knew, 'twas a rehash yet again

He was defeated, surrendering completely

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Yet, her eyes enkindled loving memories, awakening his spirit

He kissed her lifeless lips, infusing his consciousness

He embraced her limp frame, lifting her against him

His words of love filled her ears as her soul escaped

She died in his arms, a peaceful smile on her face





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