A Sentinel for the Fragile

Here you lay Amidst the pallid, torn and grey Cast upon desolate waters, atrophied and forsaken Prophesized never to awaken Devoid of movement, of sight, and of speech A yearning to be heard, buried deep beneath Attached to the artificial, for reliance to breath A pale complexion, a ghostly veil, a failing fortress now besieged Desperately clinging on There is life still, in your sunken eyes On cruel tubes and wires dependent Drowning in a hollow sleep of strife A token of sentience I implore you to demonstrate Awaiting some acknowledgement Will there be a change in this terminal state? Encased within your failing shell You try, but cannot escape Entangled unto this sullen slumber The summoning of death's sublime embrace I stand here watching over you Struggling with dark thoughts I wish to abate Ephemeral decomposition Within this squalid, desolate place Under heavy sedation Yet feeling a pain that's so immense Externally at peace Internally in distress Unconsciousness - slipping Drifting farther away Feel the rot slowly setting in Life force to deteriorate Bereavement preemptive Acceptance of a fate Yet I am still waiting Helpless guardian before the gate You were ensnared You are enslaved Never to leave this place To morbidity a final embrace I am here, can you hear? Will you remember as you sleep? At your side, unto you I confide A sentinel for the fragile I'm trying now, but I cannot speak Hope is abandoning me Please wake now, from this melancholic dream I feel your presence all around me I am still here, why can't you hear? Remembrance of decease At your side, until the ending of your life A sentinel for the fragile