Time of dead 02:30
Is it really over?
Has the curtain been drawn?
Is this a transition?
Have they really closed their eyes forever
Or is this just a mere superstition?
Then Silence takes over,
They offer 1minute silence
Without even knowing it,
distraught, speechless without pretence
They fail to believe it.
With remorseful conscience
They take a second, maybe a third
Or even a last look
Just to see any sign of life
But the motionless body
Stares hopelessly back at them
The silence thickens
Oh! Dear
Their heart sickens
As they fight to hold back tears
Was it the patients time?
Or is their something more
They could have done?
Was it their fate?
Or should they have had more faith
Their thoughts wanders aimlessly
In search of answers,
But they are met with more questions.
Than answers
Unfailingly,
They offered Silent prayers
Ending with may they rest in peace
Broken into pieces they try to gather
their thoughts,
And wonder all soughts
They are broken and its not hard to see
But then..
they save some thoughts for the family.
About to grief
Life may have been stolen
But should memories be too
Broken with grief opened
They have learnt a thing or two
Life is fleeting but grief long lasting
With face down, they back down
And Retreat To reminisce,
As the nurses do their last office
In the waiting room, The relatives awaits
To the hear the good news
With a fluttering heart they approach
To break the bad News
To the anticipating few
So that the grief can go viral
But before then, the Doctors had grieved
It may have been a diminishing one
For the fallen one
If this.....
is not grief
Then I don’t know what grief
© S.Ojiegbe
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