A Poem of Despair

Tradegy
Date Written: Unknown

Cold.
That is what you are.
I touch your hand,
feel your palm,
nothing.
Begging God,
"Please!"
I shout,
I let it all out.
But still,
nothing.
I try to hold back tears,
from all the wasted years,
the hateful words,
so absurd.
You lie there,
motionless.
A single tear drops from my eye
to your palm.
A hand touches my shoulder,
squeezing it softly.
I fall to my knees,
weak from sorrow.
You lie there,
motionless,
cold.
I wish I could hear you laugh.
One. Last. Time.
I wish I could apologize,
but you can't hear me.
You lie there.
Motionless. Cold. Dead.

A P.M. Original