I wrote this one during the time we sat with my aunt as she was losing her battle with cancer. The Poets United Verse First prompt gave me the push to share it, the other poems from the prompt can be read here: http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/verse-first-poetry-heals.html
Death WatchWe are the death watch, Gathered, sitting, waiting. Nothing more can be done, Simply anticipating. Try to ease her discomforts, And medicate away the pain. Interpreting each moan and twitch, Our efforts feel in vain. They say that hearing is the last to go, So we keep talking. To soothe the anguish of drug-induced dreams, Through which her mind is walking. We are her death watchers, Trapped in emotional limbo. Waiting for her final breath, Feeling guilty for wishing so. Ever closer draws the hour, At which anguish will cease. When her long sleep arrives, And she lies in peace.