A Plea

“I can’t breathe,”

She said. Or, at least, tried to say.

I wish I was more distraught,

But I can’t bring myself to be.

They’re words, which elicit feelings,

A plea to elicit an action;

Sentiment with a morbid gravitas.

And I,

A quickly dimming light

At the end of a tunnel,

Hold her this way

Not knowing what I can do.

“Forgive me, I love you,”

I whispered, or at least tried to whisper.

For the dead have deaf ears,

And even the sincerest sentiments

Are lost in the silence.

Published by: cynicalwordsmith

I am, by no means, a professional writer. I have no dreams of becoming such. I just enjoy writing in my very sparse free time, both poetry and short stories. If you enjoy any of my works in particular, feel free to tell me. I always enjoy the feedback.

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