Tethered

The mayhem of life rose
in his eyes, milky white.

Today, tomorrow
and yesterday
flitted in and out of
each other's arms. 

The moment made sense
only but for a moment
before all was lost

and regained again.

They were clutching on 

to whatever they could.
Blood and bone.

A deep rasp clawed,
crawled in his throat.

Each breath drawn
with a ferocity ebbing.

And then she prayed
for him to pass.

His spirit free
of that diseased body

tethered by tubes
to this bed, this prison.