Her eyes looking through me,
As I gasp for breath.
Lying on the floor,
Waiting for death.
Her eyes looking through me,
As I plead with him,
To finally understand,
All that I really am.
Her eyes looking though me,
As I say goodbye.
Seeing her precious son,
Trying not to cry.
Her eyes looking through me,
As I finally die.
Her eyes looking though me,
As I am by her side.
This was originally written for the Negotiating with the Dead Challenge in Poetry Anyone, which I am telling you mainly to get my word count to the 100.