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I Remember


His face, i remembered.
Gaunt, paler by the day.
my face, he doesn’t see.
Where his vision fails,

He is teetering on the
jagged edge of death’s hole.
Yet he is smiling with
the warmth of a newborn baby.

Does he feel alone, fearful
in death’s cold cradle?
Or does he see the end
as an end to his suffering?

my pain is that
i’d given him pain.
The emotional fortress’s defenses
shatter momentarily, but never enough
to let others in.

As Death gave him one last call,
i pulled up the white sheets,
half thankful that
now, i’m allowed to cry.

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This Poetry is a part of Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 46 by Jingle

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