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Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Helpless 

No more drip from needle
attached to rubber hose.
Half empty bottle
supposed to sustain life
is now useless.

Overused bedpans reek
of retch and piss
I want to puke.
Overhead crucifix
of a dead God
could not do miracles.

Unplugged machine
is wheeled out of the room
with its rusty casters shrieking
amid faint sobs restraining
the closest kin from letting out a wail,
a shout of despair.

I see traces of your limp body
on the crumpled sheet,
which, a few minutes ago
has seen the violence
of your struggle.

your passing
may be a welcome relief –
for now.
In the end I know
where your pain ends
is where mine starts

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