Swept

The sun falls down, ending the day,
The stars come out as the world sleeps.
The moon lights earth with a little grey.
The cycle moves on without a peep.

The planet spins without a say.
Every now and then, a year would leap,
But the world moves on, despite such display,
Ridding any life form in its sweep.

And here, on this bed, my love lays.
Her heart slows down as plagues slowly creep.
Is this the final price to pay?
Watching my wife become obsolete?

I clung on, wanting her to stay,
But death was too strong, cutting too deep,
I watched her being swept away
And I could do nothing but just weep.