A death to hope, but not for these I leave behind

Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash

Bleed high, sigh deep

Send salutations to my knees

It’s far apart and hard to start

The repetoire of these

Kind gestures in a moment’s hast

Face down in sorrow I must taste

Know not the borrowed touch of grace

And yet I smile, my doom to face

Plead not an out to lend my soul

I willingly arrived

I cry not for the end, but for the day

The others may survive.

Nurse, writer: medical, family, addiction and wellness. See my blog flourishmedicinehealthandaddiction.com. Published Amazon author: Of Death and Brokenness…

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