Oblivion
He
lies on
a small bed.
There are no friends.
Nor is there a spouse
with him in his last hours.
All those he loved have passed on.
Terror grips him; it’s all he knows.
He starts to choke; a nurse comes running.
Oblivion is swallowing him whole.
Written 12/9/2015
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
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