Beep

Your cold, clammy hands I hold.

Phantoms in white pass the room, and yet I watch.

You're breathing is slowing, each breath is laboured and pained.

Mother? Are you there?

Beep…Beep…Beep…

The doctor shakes his head.

As I look at your, I feel death.

Was it my fault? They gave it to me…

I wish we were still at home, drinking our tea.

Beep…Beep…Beep…

You're on the border, of mine and yours.

I can feel your soul seeping through the cracks.

Mother…I need to relax…help me…

I feel your pulse…there is nothing.

Beep…