I don't own anyone you associate with this poem.
Help
Help me,
As I sway silently
Stunned by the darkness
As I lay, forgotten,
Alone once again
As the light descends downwards,
In a spiral of white,
Your hand reaches down to mine,
To help me as I go,
Gone by the time you speak
A few words of choice comfort
Meant to comfort only yourself
In the time of desperate need
Of my death
As I float away,
Surrounded by white spirits.