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A Life Lost
A dad he was to my man, lost in a world of abuse. Selling all he had in life, to fund his addictions. Digging flesh from bone, stabbing bugs crawling wild. Demons appear in torment, beaconing him deeper. A knife into the thigh, sent him sickly out. Hospital tests for all, not knowing the truth. Infections settle silently, staff reared its ugly head. Confined in solitary moments, being alone and scared. Stitches close the injury, sickness embeds his soul. Taunting images haunt him, through every corned space. Eyes cloud with blurred vision, surgery required suddenly quick. Sight saved from blindness, doctors breathe with a sigh. Something else has happened, immune system has shut down. Disease rested in his marrow, the fight fire life has begun. Myloid Dysplastics Disease, fogs his body hard and cold. Respirators knocking loudly, asleep he has no choice. A gasp of air was his final, machines took over from there. The last time we would see him, full of any kind of life of his own. Two weeks has gone by, no change for the better. Septic shock attacks kidneys, we all seen him enter heaven. It was a total all together, from the time he stabbed his leg. Four months from that day, his end would be forever...
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