Darkest Days|| Poetry and Prose

In the sunshine

I hope he's happy wherever he is.
Enjoying the sunshine that I couldn't give.

Constantly telling him that he would be alright
As I held his hand, sitting by his side

I wanted to tell the truth
But I was telling lies

Water from a teaspoon
Was Rewarded with kind eyes

Wanting things that i couldn't give.
Little things that you should have when you live.

I can't think of the life he led.
I think of him lying in the same bed.

He's in a better place, they say
So why am I sad
Remember the little things.
The colourful life that he had.

Comfortable in his surrender at last.

The windows empty
His eyes are glass

Lifeless, limp
His face doesn't show what he thinks

Like I'm being a nuisance
His hand loosens

Only a little goes in
And out it shakes

The pain fades
With the last breath he takes