Hoping For the Best
We all want you to live
but if you are to die this night
make it quick
not drawn out, strung along
by gasps and moans.
Frankly, we are uncomfortable
being here seeing you like this.
Really it's most frustrating,
really quite inconsiderate
our deep compassion is running thin.
If death hovers over you now
then let the end begin.
We are all praying for our release,
itching to be anywhere else,
but timely death is running late
and we simply cannot wait
to mourn for you.
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