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……..
The Last Chapter 
Two powerful poems in a row. Great work.
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Thanks, I seem to have to let some dark thoughts out, this is the best way for me right now.
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Painful feeling for she on the outside watching and he hurting.
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that it is Kim, that it is.
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((Hugs)) reach out if you need anything, ok?
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Thank you my friend, I will. Hugs
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I can relate to this poem, Jackie. I hope you keep writing these powerful poems as long as it takes to get out what you want yo get out. Love and hugs
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Thank you tiny, it does help to write them. Love and hugs back.
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Reblogged this on Taini's Writings and commented:
Jackie P did a beautiful job on this poem of watching a loved one suffer, and I wanted to share it with you, my readers.
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Thank you Tena.
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There is a lot in that poem. You do them so well. Release, release, release. That’s what writing does. Hugs and more hugs.
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Thank you Marlene, releasing is what I am trying to do, it does help. Hugs to you also.
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