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In the Midst of Dying

This here, the idle death march;

One arm holding onto us,

The other dangling off the side of the earth.

In this waiting room where we watch over you.

Observing the strange state of consciousness you're residing in

Your soul loosening grip between each breath,

And every rattle that brings you closer to death.

I try to talk to you but the words aren't coming through,

On this plane of existence where thoughts are intangible,

And my heart; no longer accessible.

Unwilling to be heard, spoken, or conveyed,

Like the truth dangling off the side of the page.

We reside in this purgatory, this cell

As we wait for the specter to call you back.

Sitting perfectly still while you're caught in suspension.

Between Hell and High water,

You'll find the promise of Heaven.


◄ The Silent Toll

The Defender ►


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Katherine Page

Thu 23rd Mar 2023 23:18

Thank you for all the kind, encouraging comments! It is so very much appreciated.

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Stephen Atkinson

Mon 20th Mar 2023 19:42

Excellently written piece conveying a sad reality 🌈

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Adam Whitworth

Mon 20th Mar 2023 11:36

This powerfully written poem resonates with me, Katherine.
The helplessness in a vigil detatched from everyday life.👍💗

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keith jeffries

Mon 20th Mar 2023 09:28

This poem captures the deep sadness as we sit with a dear one whose life ebbs away. It is written from the heart and so sensitively recorded. The reader is taken into that room for the final stages of life and left there wondering about his or her mortality.
Thank you for this

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