Carry On

Staring
blankly
down.
Unmoving,
Unhurting
yet inside
dying,
dying,
dying,
dead.
Death
eerily
silent
A shake,
a question,
a hug,
a sigh. It's
Nothing
in the end.
Still staring,
yet now-
dying,
dying,
dying,
dead.
It's gone.
Forgotten.
Carry on.