Dying In Your Arms

I’m dying, I know,
As the silent lights of these machines glow,
I’m waiting with every ounce of strength for you to arrive,
After seeing you I’d happily end my incomplete rhyme,
Delaying angles standing near my bed,
They pity me with every tear I shed,
Dying is my last fear, but letting go without you near?

My wait has now come to an end,
Your ruffled hair, and shaky hands,
Next to my bed you heavily sit,
Even you know this is the last visit,
I can’t see you cry ,your causing me pain,
Shedding tears like November rain,
I use my last ounce of life,
With piercing pain like a million knives,
Lift my hand and trace your face,
Memorizing it like leaving a trace..

In a short moment life flashes in front of my eyes,
What would it feel like to be your wife?
Touching your hands with the tips of my finger,
Closing my eyes letting it linger,
Touch your lips to remember,
Kisses from these lips, now who stumble,
With the palm of my hand a tear I wipe,
Regretting not being able to share our lives,
Wiping your tear, holding your hand,
Gently move your tired hair strands...

I don’t have time I have to go,
Every lifeless thing in the empty room shows,
Your eyes meet mine for a while,
With all my courage I confidently smile,
Please let me go now I whisper slow,
I can’t bear this pain no more,
You clutch my hand like you can hold me back,
By breathing stumbles like a tumbling stack,
Its Turing dark I can barely see,
I hold you tight I don’t want to leave,
I am the happiest person I realize,
In your warm embrace my happy demise….