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.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments7
Powerful sentiments in this poem nicely composed in rhyme it speaks of the wasting away of a life that was once strong and vibrant now weak and frail. The last word says it all. Well done
thanking you always appreciated
You are most welcome Norman
To be able to share such in poem, that is a gift. 🕊️🙏
thanking you always appreciated friend
Most welcome 🕊️🙏
Reading this brought back memories of watching loved ones decline, and how difficult it is to witness someone you love become so physically diminished. Thank you for putting words to something so many understand, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
a much appreciated read many thanks friend
A fine write N.
Another 'terminal' is the bus one, where we been stuck - for years?! lol.
thats true lol
Death is painful at the best of times, but watching someone slowly die is heart breaking.
You put down a fine epitaph.
many thanks, always appreciated
You describe in clear spare words a situation many can, I'm sure, recall.
Highly relatable
thanking you for read, always much appreciated
Very good tribute Norman.
Andy
much appreciated read, thanking you
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