DEATH Poem: Disaster, by Cailey Hart

My weak heart lays crushed beneath the rubble,
blood stains my blouse with a shade of crimson,
and my numb fingers search with a struggle
to find him in the dark is my beacon.

I soon squeeze his hand with our wedding band,
aching for his pulse under this debris.
There is only silence and his cold hand.
My love is gone, and now I am ready.

I stare ahead at the mass pile of black,
clutching tightly to my love’s open palm.
My lungs fill with dust while my bones are cracked.
I shut my teary eyes and remain calm.

At least I’ll be buried with my true love,
and soon I’ll be next to him up above.

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