He Leaves. I Cry Poem by Ravi Kopra

He Leaves. I Cry



Death came.
Rattled the curtains.
Near her bed I stood silent.
Staring at the ceiling, the door.

The doc in white steps in.
Puts his stetho on her chest.
Listens, Shines light into
Her eyes. Checks pulse. Says:
Brave lady, she fought for life.
He leaves. I cry.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Robert Murray Smith 16 May 2018

Death rattles the curtains. Curtains are washed.+++10

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