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I’m cold, alone, scared
It feels like I’m slipping
And I’m fighting
But
Delaying the inevitable
I think I’m dying,
My extremities are numb now
My torso is cold, the monitor is loud but distant.
My head hurts because I’m struggling to focus my vision,
I’m breathing shallow and choking back tears.
Why is the room so dark and fuzzy?
Why can’t I hear my momma coming?
Acute Renal Failure?
I don’t want to get better,
But I have to for her.
It can’t end this way
Not tonight
Not today
I start thinking my goodbyes, holding back my cries
I feel really really heavy,
Now,
Light and airy
Everything but my torso is numb,
I’m cold, scared
Alone
Lonesome
I always thought that this would come.
I’ve been disappointed before
So I gave up for
Her.
I’m fighting it,
Delaying it really,
Just long enough
To say my sorries and
Goodbyes
I thought I was
Yelling.
I tried to scream for momma
But the nurses said I didn’t say much
“Too lethargic hon,”
Hearing is the last sense to go,
Did you know?
How cruel it must be
To be going, slipping
To hear loved ones mourn
When you’re right there!
I’m here!
But you can’t speak.
I love you!
But your heart is weak.
How terrible, to be going
And gone and to think
That’s wonderful.
Please momma, I wish you
Were here, I need you to know,
But that’s it, I’m cut off
Nurses rush in,
I’m here now,
I’m trying so hard,
I see no point,
Except for her.
Momma
About the Creator
Vaisa Haile
I've been writing poetry since 6th grade. I write very short stories from time to time.
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