The medication stopped working.
His heart sputtered.
Gasping for air,
his body shaking,
his eyes wide.
Fear laces his irises,
and his throat denies
permission for him
to speak.
Breathless,
and on the verge of death,
he prays.
Please, Lord,
when I get to heaven…
The monitor goes flat,
and the man is alone.
The nurse walks in,
and gasps,
as she rushes over
to check his pulse.
It’s too late.
A tear rolls down her cheek,
Goodnight Daddy.
