Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

The Visit

 

The sterile room

the cold hard bed

the tubes crisscrossed

across the withered body

we visit out of respect

to those who linger

we would prefer not to

we'd rather be someplace else

we try to say something

yet it feels awkward

what is left

how do you say goodbye

how do you tell them

face to face

we walk away

feeling hollow inside

on the way down the elevator

we stare at the floor

unable to say

what worries us

able to see ourselves

in them

our day is coming

can we just close our eyes

die in our sleep.

 

🌷(3)

◄ Rank Amateur

Something Fishy ►

Comments

Profile image

jennifer Malden

Sat 25th Aug 2018 18:36

this has happened to us all, at least the older among us.
As you say we visit out of respect for those who remain, but sometimes one would prefer to remember the person as they once were, not as they are now. Agree with Taylor that it is the 'how' that is frightening. A violent death, or lingerin on too long, which happens too often nowadays. Very sensitive.

Jennifer

<Deleted User> (19836)

Fri 24th Aug 2018 20:14

You wrote about a difficult subject for most...well done!

Personally I hope to die healthy...just one big bang...then on to a new world?

Profile image

Taylor Crowshaw

Fri 24th Aug 2018 17:01

Dying is not the fear as you say it is how we meet our end that is the worry..

Profile image

M.C. Newberry

Fri 24th Aug 2018 15:41

Hard-hitting in content and meaning. And so true about
reflecting on our own inevitable mortality and what the end
might mean for each one of us.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message