Dahlia's Poem

I Guard Your Death

I guard your death.

Such a fleeting touch but with it I see so much.

I see pain and heartbreak.

I hear mothers crying out for sons.

I see fathers spilling tears for daughters.

I guard your death.

Such a short vision but in it I see so much.

I witness murders.

I hear the death screams.

I witness last words and last breaths.

I guard your death.

Such an awful curse to see so much.