The last sigh – Poem

Bedridden, laden with fears

those sorrowful tears

are helpless to cleanse,

the infirm gravely yield

to the pernicious will

of disease.

Seeking

reassurance

one lifts his eyes

to examine the familiar

faces which surround

his dying frame.

Disheartened,

he sees mirrored

in fretful stares

the distress

in which he

is bathed.

Refuge,

he sees well,

is not to be found

in the regretful eyes

of the beloved.

Nor can it lie

in the kind hollows

of consolation.

In

isolation

he is condemned

to lie; absent

are those estranged

faces, ever distant

as they gather

to witness

the last sigh.

Poem submitted by Reza Kiani([email protected])