Sonnet Sunday's: Neverending

 

 

I sit patiently by my beloved’s bedside

And there I will remain with no one to confide

She twitches in agony with each twist and turn

It will not be long before she will start to burn

Now, more dominant on her face are the freckles

No longer does the handkerchief have red speckles

I pray that I could ease her suffering and pain

Her moans grow louder and are driving me insane

Another red eruption, she calls out my name

I know when I see her face, it won’t be the same

I wipe away the fluid from her gentle cheek

Knowing that the outcome will be horrid and bleak

Her life is slowly leaving her emerald eyes

Her smile never comes, no matter how hard she tries

Her lungs struggle with each breath she attempts to take

With each exhale, her whole body begins to shake

The grief in my heart is too much for me to bear

More so when I look in the pale horse rider’s stare

I pick up the bottle of drink to calm me down

But even that cannot end my eternal frown

From the window, I can see the storms in the gloom

Like it was orchestrating the impending doom

I could hear my love’s life slipping further away

Knowing that she would not make it another day

Looking back, I can see my beloved sleeping

And as her last breath leaves her, I begin weeping

The months of anguish and pain have come to a head

My beautiful darling now lies before me dead

For now, with the angels, my beloved can sing

And all I have to remember her is this ring