For a second I let myself believe,

that maybe they were wrong and that in the end he would live.

Unfortunately that was foolish,

for he passed the following hour.

It seemed as if I would never accept it,

until I came about multiple poems,

that confessed what I couldn't.

The painful truth,

that no amount of pleas would change.

In time, however, poetry brought me back to life.

Not completely, 

but just enough for the pain to be bareable,

and all thanks to poetry.