Gap Between Dying And Living

Lying before God, as helpless as a baby bird, mouth open, waiting to be fed. Breathing with difficulty, mouth dry, saliva overflowing, causing coughing and choking, keeping awake a physically exhausting, already tired, body. Filled with cancer, silently spreading further throughout every organ and bone, sapping the very life blood of living. Towing along just behind it's devastating destruction, pain falls deeply into the cracks and crevices it has created. Crying out in tortuous agony, trying to grasp anything within reach just to ease the pain. Falling deeper and deeper into a wide abyss, lengthening the gap between dying and living.