I wrote this poem to represent how I’ve been feeling as my husband continues to fight for his life in the ICU. The fear that he could pass away at any time consumes me. Whenever the phone rings, my heart drops. Every morning I wake up, I worry that it may be the day we lose him.
Fear the Reaper
The reaper is looming, waiting to take you away No matter what I do, I can't make you stay He can take your body, but he can't take your soul Making sure death becomes you is his only goal I'm always on edge waiting for the ball to drop No matter how hard I try, I can't make it stop I feel like this limbo is prolonging my grief Why must time be such a thief? Watch over me in heaven whenever you go You'll always be with me, that I know
