Poetry

Dirges

I wanted you to fight to live.
But somewhere along the way,
you forgot all the reasons why you should.

Do you know how hard it was for me to watch you slip away? How everything anyone ever said no longer seemed to matter? I tried to make you see how much the world needed you. But something within you was already lost. Even though your heart was beating, your mind already decided you’d had enough.

It was like nothing else. The tragedy of losing you. And now, all that’s left of you is a gaping chasm in my chest that continues to beat. Like a dirge that echoes your name.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

Accepting your fate is one thing.
But seeing death as an escape
is not the answer.
It’s never the answer.

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