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His Pain ~~~ A Poem

grief

 

 

 

His Pain

He moans in his sleep,

as his pain is still there, ever vigilant

His eyes, empty when awake,

the body, thin, frail, bones jutting outward

Hands shaking, reaching, clawing for another pill

anything to make him forget for a few more moments

She watches, silently, nothing she can do

as she hides the only thing that makes his life bearable

Her memories, fading, being replaced with the man now

the smile forgotten, as it never shows itself anymore

Hands shaking, she doles out his daily dose of numbness

as he can’t be trusted to do it himself anymore

He talks of ending things, his pain, his numbness

She listens in fear, one day knowing it might come to pass

He shuffles, slippered feet helped with a cane

She watches and sighs silently, wanting to help, but can’t

He cries his tears of frustration, needing his life back,

She has no tears left, watching his life fade……..