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As She Lays Waiting
Contributed by
cocacola1331
on
Saturday, 20th November 2004 @ 07:44:40 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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She lays there
in her deathbed,
silently waiting.
Her mind in turmoil,
wondering when her
end will really come.
She just learnt two weeks
ago about her terminal illness,
and yet there was still no hope.
It's the fourth stage,
the fourth stage of cancer.
She despises the word,
despises her defeat....
It was too late.
Too late to cure her,
to save her.
Her death is near,
and she knows it,
her time has come,
although it is quite unfair.
She never deserved this,
she never comitted a crime.
Her body feels weak,
her soul tired -
nothing about her is the same
as it used to be.
Her skin is pale,
dotted with marks and bruises,
her hair withering away.
She looks so sickly,
so sad and frail...
and there's nothing she can
do to change it.
She has been given an alotted time,
a life span,
a few months more to breathe,
to live...
She lays there,
knowing that this bed,
this room,
will be where she slips away.
She lays there,
trying to stay calm,
her heart thumping,
her mind swirling.
Sickness,
all around.
The simplest tasks take
enormous effort -
she no longer has her
independence.
She no longer has her
privacy...
she is dying,
and knows her time is near.
She doesn't show her
emotions to her loved ones,
not letting them let on
that she comprehends the fact
that she's slipping away.
She doesn't want them to
give up hope that she can
beat her awful illness,
even when she has
done so herself.
She lays there in her deathbed,
silent tears falling down her
pale and sickly face.
She doesn't bother wiping
them off -
it takes too much energy.
Slowly she slips away,
her skin turning a tint of
blue,
her body choking,
her heart pumping furiously,
her lungs struggling to work.
She slips into a stream of
unconciousness,
pulled by the vigorous current.
Her heart stops beating,
her brain damaged.
People are calling her,
telling her to fight, to live...
She doesn't hear,
for she is already gone,
her body only functioning
by the help of a machine...
She is pulled under the current,
drowning,
drowning to her death....
the death that she was trying
to prepare for...
Her wait is up.
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cocacola1331
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2004-11-20 19:44:40]
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Re: As She Lays Waiting
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by Essentially9 on
Sunday, 21st November 2004 @ 12:39:59 AM AEST
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| heartwrenching write. |
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Re: As She Lays Waiting
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by EternalNight4x on
Sunday, 21st November 2004 @ 06:31:59 PM AEST
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| wow very powerful write and well written, keep posting |
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Re: As She Lays Waiting
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by theMoth on
Wednesday, 24th November 2004 @ 09:09:24 PM AEST
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Long poem, but you put alot into it.
(I also found your screen-name refreshing)
--Mothy |
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