The Healer

PACollin

I am not 
your family,
most of them 
are gone.
Within 
the week,
we'll lose 
you too.

I am here 
at your bedside
telling you
through hazy eyes
that your
days are 
likely few.

I cant
perform
the procedure 
you desire.
Your thinned 
blood makes
the risk 
too great.

What I 
can do
is care and 
encourage
and flounder
and cry
as we try
to accept
this fate.

  • Author: PACollin (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 16th, 2017 16:27
  • Category: Unclassified
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