An Untimely Goodbye

By Vibha GR

There I lay writhing in pain in a pool of blood

On these stone cold tiles, these closing walls

Where I toiled donning this prideful white now marred in red I lay.

Service I breathed in and out,

Service I went night and day.

Within these unforgiving walls, I toiled in blood, sweat and tears, only to drown in them.

As I draw near to my end,

Meeting the inevitable fate you failed to understand

Posed to venge , knife in hand.

You treated me like a god when the fate of your kin was in my hand,

Your insensitivity on disease, now I leave my kin, sorrow bequeathed in sand.

My eyes draw to a close,fluttering to the threshold like a moth to a flame,

As I watch my only source of hope fighting to rush to me,my fate in godly hands.

A minute too late , I hope not.

This untimely goodbye I want to bid not. 

By Vibha GR