Working in the medical field, I all too often witness the struggles of the terminally ill. They fight with everything that they have inside of them, when the battle is finally over...I feel a sense of relief. I know that may sound horrible, but to watch someone suffer is far worse then praying that they reach that point of "sweet sleep". I personally don't know what it feels like to stand on the abyss of death and fall in. I can only guess that it must feel like a much desired sleep after reaching the point of sheer exhaustion. This poem is dedicated to two beautiful women who have touched my life, both of whom lost a hard fought battle against cancer while in their prime.