GONE

poem of death

The tall rock wall.
The strong rock wall
It's power waining
Strength seeping away.

Pebbles start falling
Larger rocks crumbling
Boulders tumbling.

I try to steady it,
Support it, Stop it's
Stop it from leaving
Leaving it's space for emptiness.

But I can't,
I am there,
By her bed,
We're hand in hand,
While she's slipping away.

Her solid grace wained,
Inner strength dwindled,
Her last rock of strength
became naught but dust.

She let out
One last breath,
My heart cried out
One last time,
Then lost all hope.
Such a strong mountain
Once lost,
can't be resurrected.