Gap Between Dying And Living Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lying before God, as helpless as a baby bird, mouth open,
waiting to be fed.

Breathing with difficulty, mouth dry, saliva overflowing,
causing coughing and choking, keeping awake a physically
exhausting, already tired, body.

Filled with cancer, silently spreading further throughout
every organ and bone, sapping the very life blood of
living.

Towing along just behind it's devastating destruction,
pain falls deeply into the cracks and crevices it has
created.

Crying out in tortuous agony, trying to grasp anything
within reach just to ease the pain.

Falling deeper and deeper into a wide abyss, lengthening
the gap between dying and living.