We sit in the ICU waiting room,
where they only give you
30 minutes to say goodbye
to a lifetime of memories.
We are asked to make
life or death decisions
in the midst of hallway muzak.
When we walk into your room,
we stand in complete silence,
unsure what our final words should be.
I stare in your vacant eyes
and scan your fragile body
as your chest rises and falls erratically.
Your arms are covered in bruises
where they stabbed you to make sure
blood still flowed through your veins.
On the brink of death
but still you fight with
what little strength remains;
it's a choice- whether to struggle or give in.
You could only resist for so long.