Dying of a Broken Heart
The doctors said I was dying,
That there was nothing they could do,
I wake to the sound of my crying,
Always thinking of you,
How can you fix a broken heart?
How can you heal what's in your mind?
Everything seems to fall apart,
And to my fate I feel resigned,
I welcome my death,
I accept it with open arms,
I smile upon my last breath,
And see you with all your charms,
Like all those years ago,
You're so handsome, so alive,
My heart seems to blow,
And my pulse seems to drive,
The monitors are beeping,
I feel free from this blight,
I'm far from sleeping,
And I step into the light...
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Caitlin,
A lovely but sad poem, of true in life cause of death...Death by a heart left to be of broken,(Failure to thrive ) is a medical term left to me and my wife by her doctor,(along with kidney failure and cardiac arrest in the last days of my mothers life, due to a separation in the families decisions, on the last rites of whether she should be placed in a nursing home, are left to live the quality of life, she was so custom to living, which was my choice for her, in her own home,although other family members, had already placed her  in a nursing home and i made the sole decision, to remove her from there and i shut down my home, although still paying the mortgage, to assist her in her wish of occupancy and lived with her in her own, until she passed away January of this year and would do it all over again, if i had the choice and/or opportunity.. I really got the chance to know her to the fullest, on her last (7) months of her life and definitely do miss her..Right now, i am upset and at odds, with family members for where they selfishly placed her and against her will and it left her broken hearted, knowing that some of her sons and daughters, would have done this to her....If only they would have placed themselves in her shoes, like i did..... Â
Take Care,
Jim
This have become my all time favorite poem, thank you Caitlin...
Jim