nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

TERMINAL

I never knew anyone
Fight so hard
Against disease
Your soul it scarred
Those final dark
And bitter months
You became someonelse
Whose pain confronts.

The bed they brought
To the front room
As if a ghost
Cloaked by doom
Shallow and thin
With muscle waste
Refused the food
To even taste.

I loved you more
As evening fell
The once strong man
NoW a mere shell
A husband and father
Son and brother
Until last breath
And deaths cold shudder.