2011 - Day 158

Sitting in the waiting room
Waiting for the news to come,
Listen to the rain fall sideways
Listen to the heater's hum.
Pacing up and down the hall,
You think hard, try to recall,
What happened on this fateful night
Will your friend move towards the light?
Or will he fight with all his might?
Try and calm your heartbeat down
Tell yourself he'll be OK,
No major organs crushed within,
The cuts and scrapes will go away.
The sounds you heard were not cracked bones,
There was no blood smeared on the ground,
The cries were howling of the wind
Your memories go round and round.
The Doc walks to the waiting room,
You ask him "Doc, is he OK?"
Walks right by you to your best friend,
The world begins to fade away.
He tells your friend "I'm sorry son,
Your friend, he didn't make it,
But all lives do come to an end,
Eventually we'll all face it."
One last breath
To breathe, no more,
What do the Heavens
Have in store,
Is there more
Or an empty door?
Faith is all we can ask for.