Breathe for me, like it's your very last.
Walk beside me, but don't go too fast.
Clutch my hand, I'm fading away.
Fading into the rhythm and gentle fray.
Stand beside me, look into my eyes.
Watch as the blue turns gray and dies.
Try and hold me, but you'll pass right through.
For Death is coming, and you know it too.
He comes so quickly, but it feels so slow.
These tears are falling, they don't want me to go.
My lips are cold, will you kiss them one last time, for me?
Maybe your warmth will set this sorrowed soul free.
But no, I know, there's no escape.
Only wet good-byes and emotional rape.
Simply throw a flower on top of my chest.
Speak only a whisper, then lay me to rest.
Author notes
Just a few weeks ago I lost my grandmother, who died of pancreatic cancer that spread throughout her body. She knew about a year and a half beforehand what was coming. I've already written a poem called the Promise from my point of view for her, this one is from her point of view, or at least how I would picture it to be. The brave feelings she must have had, but at the same time the fear and sorrow to know what was coming for her. I hope you all like it. Thanks for reading 
~*~Silver Asylum
A contest entry
- Depression ( Make It Worth My While ) by EMOverlord.
1600 points, ended August 20, 61 entries
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Comments
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Very good poem, thank you for entering.
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so sorry to hear about your grandmother. pancreatic cancer is a tough illness. your poem disturbs the reader putting them in the perspective of the passing so effectively. very well written.
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