A man is forced with a tough decision to pull the plug on his dying wife. |
As you lie in the hospital bed withered and weak It becomes apparent our time together has just about peaked. I mask my sorrow, attempting to remain strong But the thought of your death pierces me like a two-ton prong. I know you would say that I was acting a fool “It's just part of God's plan, so please, try to stay cool.” How can I be expected to just grin and bear? Especially since I've had to watch you lose every inch of your hair. My constant cynicism, for which I will try to refrain But it's difficult to do, as I watch the disease attack your brain. Your sanity is slipping, the pain is becoming too much Your body quivers and thrashes, from one single touch. You grab my hand, staring at me with those beautiful doe eyes And beg me to end your suffering, for which I'm surprised. With God in your heart, I never knew suicide would be an answer But I will do it for you, if means it'll kill the cancer. I tell you to lie back, just close your eyes And I will do my best to kindly oblige. Tears seep out, as I kiss your face The realization hitting me: our love is about to be erased. Your eyes remain closed, your body beginning to twitch As I tell you I love you, before finally turning the switch. |