Good Date: Tuesday, 1st February 2005 @ 08:50:47 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Phantomdream A sharp intake of breath, bringing me back to reality, back from my dreams and thoughts. 'Help her,' my mind urges, the breath was mine. She lay there, dying, and I could only sit. 'You must help her!' But there's nothing I can do, she is too far gone, I can only watch and wait. 'Come back!' The sweet angel fades, a flurry of snow white feathers. 'No!' She has gone, her only mark, the good she has always done. This poem is Copyright © Phantomdream Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=82546