A POEM
BY LUKE EDWARD WORSTER
No words spoken.
Nothing to say.
Solace in holding a hand.
Forehead to forehead.
Wet tears on dry skin.
Silence is support.
A lifeline.
I am here.
Silence is comfort.
Electronic beeps.
Footsteps and people shuffling past.
Whirring machines.
Silence is harsh. Noisy.
Brutal.
A sheer shroud of sound.
Silence is impossible.
Time, meaningless.
Breathing, laboured. Haggard.
Not long now.
Breathe in.
Stillness, the end.
Breathe out.
Time frozen.
Silent. Still.
Tranquil.
Beautiful.
Silence is death.
