brain aneurysm.

time bomb.

numb.

forced to think positive when

all there seems to be

is negative.

lost

when the unknown

becomes genuine

and sweeps up the

remnants of normality.

a healthy sixteen year old

collapsed

in our arms

for no reason.

dying

in our arms.

for no reason

fallen, his face

half of what it was

the left side

sagging, the right side grinning

innocently

not understanding

what had happen

knowing only

confusion

now

in a coma,

with a shrill noise

registering

every

breath.

hope

is trying to bloom

but is beaten down with

each update,

each minute that passes

each hour

each day, hurts.

all we can do is wait, yet

each procedure

sounds worse than the

first.

a broken, guiltless boy,

my friend

laying on his death bed

alone.